The God State
They passed through an archway of greenery to find an orchard with every kind of fruit imaginable. The people of Godorah mingled between the trees plucking their pleasure from trees – naked.
Hesitating at the entrance, Alexei and Beatrice watched others disrobing, leaving their clothing with an attendant. “May I have your attire,” the attendant said pleasantly.
Alexei didn’t hesitate. He ripped off his sweater and handed it to the man.
“What are you doing?” Beatrice asked.
“I’m going to taste the fruit,” he said, unzipping his pants.
She covered her eyes, and then quickly peaked at him as he slipped out of his underwear. “You’re seriously doing this? Look how easily you are tempted.”
He handed the attendant his underwear and stood naked before her. “When in Godorah…”
“Oh my God,” she said with a sigh.
“It’s only natural. Come on,” he urged. “Get naked and let’s get some fruit.”
Reluctantly, Beatrice removed her top and pants and handed them to the attendant. She paused before removing her bra and panties. “Oh, what the hell, When in Godorah.” She undressed fully handing over her underwear.
“That’s the spirit,” Alexei said taking her hand.
Once in the midst of the naked people of Godorah – young, old, and different races – it wasn’t so bad, in fact, it was quite freeing. Beatrice wandered between the trees plucking a fig from one and a pomegranate from another. She bit into the fig and her senses exploded with delightful sweetness, which almost threw her into orgasm. “Oh my god!”
“That’s the Godorah Fig. It’s a local favorite,” an older, naked gent said.
Beatrice gazed down at his sagging belly and shriveled loins, and beside him was an equally plump and droopy naked elderly woman, sweet in their nude purity. “It is delicious,” she said and noticed the woman carrying a basket full of fruit. “Where do I get a basket?”
“Here and there. You come across one laying underneath a tree,” the woman said.
Beatrice squeezed her pomegranate in her palm. “Thank you. I’ll keep an eye out. Nice meeting you.” She grazed between the trunks and branches, finding a basket below a peach tree. She bee-lined to pick it up, and when she did, she glanced around to see if there were any spying, judgmental eyes. There were none.
With a sense of ease and peace, she meandered around the orchard, picking her pleasures – cherries, guava, mangos, and fruits she never heard of like rambutans, lychee, and jamubticaba, which grows on the trunk of the tree.
Alexei peeked around the tree. “Hey, where’d you get the basket?” he asked with an armful of various fruits.
“This naked old couple told me about it,” she said, offering him space in her basket.
“Thanks,” he unloaded his armful and took the basket from her. “I’ll carry it.”
“Seems a bit forbidden, doesn’t it?” she asked. “We’re taking fruit without paying, without giving anything in return.”
Alexei crunched into an apple. “The irony is these people would feel selling fruit for profit should be forbidden.”
“Look at this,” Beatrice said with a dramatic sway of her arm, “Naked and free. Can’t get this at home, but if I find a snake, we’re out of here,” she said.
Holding the basket in one hand, he took her gently by the arm with the other. They walked through the maze of trees tasting many different varieties. Occasionally, they interacted with naked Godorah natives, exchanging fruits and conversation.
When their basket was full, they made their way to the exit, finding Bruce and the others waiting. Their mouths gaped open finding Alexei and Beatrice naked. “So, this is what you two do when your friends are in danger?” Melody asked.
Alexei offered her fruit. “Wanna piece?”
“Dude, I don’t want anything from you,” she exclaimed, spun around and stormed away.
“What’s her problem?” Alexei shrugged indifferent as the attendant handed him back his clothing.
“Dude, try putting on some pants,” Brian said and abruptly followed after Melody.
Soaked in their clothes, Bruce, Anna and Sandeep stared at Alexei and Beatrice, unable to take their eyes off their nakedness and the fruit. “Ah, the fruits of temptation,” Bruce said with a smirk. “We’ll meet you to at the lift back home.”