Her First Nudist Interview

Nikki Dixon turned up the air conditioning in her little car. It was a gorgeous Californian day, her radio was blasting out a 90s dance song and she was making her way up to a very exclusive resort. Nikki was a reporter for a news website called The Squirrel with the Scoop, she traveled around the state for them writing stories about the latest movies and even interviewing the stars of those movies.

Today she was going to a film set like no other she had been on. It was a nudist resort. Nikki was filled with dread at the mere thought of it, she had asked her editor if someone else could cover it but apparently everyone was already on assignment. Thankfully Nikki got the assurance that she would not be required to be naked herself but the thought of walking around a building entirely full of naked people freaked her out a little.

After a few minutes of verifying her credentials with a security guy, the gate to the closed community opened and Nikki was allowed to drive up. The gardens looked spectacular, they glowed brilliantly, basking in the warm sunlight that shone over so many colorful flowers and happy gardeners. Nikki averted her eyes after catching a glimpse of a crotch, she drove up to the main building; a bright pink, very modern complex with lots of windows.

Leaving her car with a valet, Nikki rummaged through her handbag to make sure she had everything she needed: voice recorder, identification, note pad, everything was there, now all she had to do was step into the resort.

Nikki felt so nervous, her heart was thumping away in her chest and she was even sweating a little. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, walking inside as confidently as she could pretend she was.

The lobby of the resort was spacious, there was a cool breeze coming from the vents above and a few naked people were having a conversation on a sofa nearby. The lady at the welcome desk smiled warmly at Nikki, though she seemed a little confused.

“May I help you, ma’am?”

Nikki introduced herself and handed over her ID card

“The film crew are set up in the swimming area” the lady told her, pointing in the direction of a small row of steps leading down to a pair of green double doors.

“Thanks” Nikki said, quickly turning, wanting to get this over with as fast as she could

“Wait!” the welcome lady called, stopping Nikki before she could make her way down

Nikki looked back at the lady with her best, I swear I’m not looking at your tits, well ok I may have glanced but I’m new at this, smile.

“You can’t go down there with those on” the woman pointed at Nikki’s clothes

“Oh no, I have permission to be fully clothed during these interviews”

“Who gave you this permission?”

“My editor”

The lady shook her head “Your editor, I’m afraid doesn’t have that right”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean our guests have paid a lot of money to be comfortable here among other nude people, I’m afraid if you want to conduct your interviews you’ll have to get undressed as well”

“This is incredibly unprofessional” Nikki fired back

“You’re in a nudist resort, there isn’t one rule for you and one for everyone else”

Nikki was frustrated, she didn’t have to stand for this, it was just a bunch of interviews with some stupid celebrities. She was about to tell the welcome lady to go fuck herself when someone else suddenly approached the desk.

She was tall, taller than Nikki by far, she had jet black hair, cappuccino like skin, her lips looked so soft and she seemed to have just come from the swimming pool. Nikki recognized her of course. She had seen every one of her movies. She was Isabella Moreau, she was an actress, a world class model and was also in a bathrobe that was just barely covering her breasts. Nikki swallowed without meaning to.

“Jen” Isabella spoke to the welcome lady “If anyone comes looking for me just tell them I’ve gone into the sauna for a bit”

“No problem, Ms. Moreau” Jen the welcome lady replied

Isabella gave Nikki a cheeky smirk that made Nikki’s heart leap into her throat.

“Who might you be? I definitely would’ve noticed you on set before”

Feeling her face turning a bright shade of pink, Nikki nervously explained that she was there to do interviews and report from the set.

“Ooh that sounds interesting, do you think you might interview me?” Isabella bit her lower lip ever so slightly

Nikki could only nod enthusiastically.

“Well I look forward to that, we’ll have so much fun” Isabella winked at Nikki before leaving to presumably go to the sauna.

Isabella Moreau, one of the biggest film stars in the world just winked at her, possibly in a flirty way and she was looking forward to their interview, how the fuck could Nikki leave now.

Jen cleared her throat in Nikki’s direction

“If you’d like to hand me your clothes, I’ll make sure they’re kept safe”

The situation dawned fully on Nikki.

“You want me to take them off here?” she asked, stunned

“The changing rooms are off limits to visitors I’m afraid”

“I can’t just get naked here!” Nikki practically yelled, stirring some of the nudists on the nearby sofa

“It’s either that or leave, ma’am” Jen said bluntly before moving onto someone else who needed assistance

Nikki took a seat on a chair beside the welcome desk, she imagined getting up, going to her car and going back home. Sure she’d get in trouble with the website but screw them, she’d get another story on a better website, one that didn’t shoe horn her into doing stuff like this.

Nikki’s mind then turned to Isabella Moreau sitting in her room, waiting for an interview that would never happen. Maybe she’d be disappointed, maybe she wouldn’t care less but one thing was for sure, Nikki would never see that teasing smile again.

Nikki started unbuttoning her shirt, she could feel the adrenaline start to flow directly to her head. Once the shirt was off, she started to undo her bra. What the hell was she doing? she briefly thought. The bra soon fell alongside the shirt.

The people on the sofa were glancing over at her like she was some damn sideshow attraction. Nikki fought the urge to cover her breasts, instead rising from her seat to unzip her skirt. Most of the nudists lost interest as she pulled it down, Nikki guessed that they had seen this kind of thing before and now that they knew what was going on, were either being kind or just bored.

Nikki gathered up her clothes and hoped that Jen wouldn’t notice that she hadn’t entirely kept to the rules. Bringing her clothes to the receptionist, Nikki made sure to hide her lower half from view with the welcome desk.

Jen took her clothes and gave her a big smile that felt insincere as all hell.

“I hope you enjoy your time here, Ms. Dixon”

“Thanks” Nikki replied, just as truthfully before quickly and carefully trying to get away from Jen

“Wait!” Jen called out as Nikki was making her way to the steps. Nikki closed her eyes, more disappointed than anything else . She turned and walked back to the desk, trying her best to pretend that nothing was wrong. Maybe Jen was just going to give her a bathrobe or something.

“Panties and shoes, please” Jen requested

God damn it, thought Nikki, her cunning idea had just gone to hell. She slipped off her shoes and a little reluctantly took off her panties, she was glad that she had shaved a few nights ago, at the very least her pussy looked pretty stylish with its little landing strip. Nikki gave her last clothes to the smug looking receptionist and made her way down the steps, pushing open the doors and stepping into the swimming area.