Starting a New Paige, page 1
Contents
Title Page
Forward and Warnings
Chapter 1 - Canoe Trip
Chapter 2 - Resort
Chapter 3 - Room
Chapter 4 - The New Page
Chapter 5 - Second Trigger
Chapter 6 - Blossoming Flower
Chapter 7 - Breakfast With Rhonda
Chapter 8 - Tasting Rhonda
Chapter 9 - Wedding Gift of Rhonda
Chapter 10 - Changing In The Boutique
Chapter 11 - Taming Heather
Chapter 12 - Paradise Found
Chapter 13 - Afternoon by The Pool
Chapter 14 - Unwrapping Presents
Chapter 15 - First Evening Out
Chapter 16 - Staff Breakfast
Chapter 17 - Nobody Gets In Trouble
Chapter 18 - Special Privileges
Chapter 19 - Napping
Chapter 20 - Afternoon Luncheon
Chapter 21 - Flowers and Stories
Chapter 22 - Weddings and Rituals
Chapter 23 - The Honeymoon Suite
Chapter 24 - Pajama Breakfast
Chapter 25 - Third Trigger
Chapter 26 - Face to Face
Chapter 27 - Rules, Privileges, and Rings
Chapter 28 - Woodland Nympho Cupcake
Chapter 29 - Reproductive Controls
Chapter 30 - Dinner for Six
Chapter 31 - The Last Two People on Earth
Chapter 32 - Throwing It All Away
Chapter 33 - Turn Down Service
Chapter 34 - Ruby's Name
Chapter 35 - Shopping in Town
Chapter 36 - Feline Fantasy
Chapter 37 - We Couldn't Get In
Chapter 38 - Cupcake’s Playhouse
Chapter 39 - Disclosures
Chapter 40 - Lessons About Keys
End of Book One
About the Author
Other Series by The Author
Starting a New Paige
The Girls on the Hill: Book 1
Marilyn Foxworthy
Copyright © 2020 - 2021 Marilyn Foxworthy
All rights reserved.
Minor Corrections February 24, 2021
Forward and Warnings
MY NAME IS Marilyn. Our hero this time is the remarkable - Robert K Jensen. This is the beginning of his story.
I call it “Book 1: Starting a New Paige” It starts with Robby in a canoe and a very special girl in the water in front of him. Robby Jensen is a pretty good guy, and the girl who climbs into his canoe is certainly a remarkable woman.
Ready?
But first, before you turn the page, be aware of several things that you’ll find on the other side of this door. I warn you now before you decide to read our hero’s story:
1. The story is at times highly sexual and always consensual. If that isn’t what you want to read, stop right now. Return the book and get your money back. There’s a lot of sex. It is all portrayed as respectful, consensual, and loving. There is often a harem element where multiple women are in love with the same man.
2. This is a romance. There’s no sexual humiliation, sexual violence, bondage, or anything like that presented in any erotic way. If that’s what you’re looking for, this isn’t for you.
3. The story is a fantasy. It isn’t realistic. The Heroes are good guys. They win. The Bad Guys lose. Magic and miracles happen. There are allegorical elements to the story if you read it that way.
4. The story is revealed to a great extent through dialog. The characters talk a lot. Sometimes they talk as if they are in a play. They have fun with language.
5. Allegory alert: If you read the story as intended, many of the people, especially the women related to the primary hero in the story, actually represent different aspects of the same person. As people, we are complex beings. You will find explanations of the “oneness” of the characters, so keep in mind that what may sound polygamous, may actually be an allegory of one monogamous relationship. Or don’t. You can read it however you want to, but it was written in many respects as an allegory. That doesn’t make it any less fun. It does make it more like “eroticism for philosophers” though.
6. The story is written as if our hero had kept journals of his adventures and I just edited and published them. It’s the style I enjoy right now. I was a fan of the great pulp writers like Edgar Rice Burroughs, and I think it influenced the language and style to some extent.
7. You may notice frequent references to quoted movie lines, song lyrics, and passages from other books. They may seem obscure. If you find something that one of the characters says to be a bit weird, it’s probably a movie line. You can look it up on the Internet or something if you want to. If you get it, that’s part of the fun.
WELL, READY? OUR story starts on a river somewhere in the northwest…
Chapter 1 - Canoe Trip
First, my name is Robby Jensen. I was just this guy. Single. Stable. Had a good job and a reliable car and a nice apartment. I was just this guy working on being a better person at this point in my life. I was 35.
I’d made mistakes as a younger man. I was a hotshot growing up. Always a bit ahead of the rest of the class. Always a bit ahead of my peers at work. I had a lot of talent and some wonderful mentors who tried to teach me about leadership and managing projects and people. Unfortunately, I was too arrogant to learn as much as I could have from them. I learned a lot, but it could have been better. At this point, I was trying to learn what they had told me I wouldn’t learn until I was in my fifties. I wanted to be ahead of the game when I got there. I had talent. What I needed was wisdom and humility and mindfulness. I needed to know myself. I spent a lot of time alone these days.
Right now, I was on a solo vacation. I had taken a few weeks off and booked a nice resort on a river, not too far from the city where I lived. I loved this place. I’d been here before. Several times. It was perfect for relaxing, meditating, and refreshing. It was basically a very upscale spa in the woods. Private, but not far from a few small towns. I had spent vacations and getaways here for the past few years, and it was always wonderful. A good place to reflect and try to grow up.
My room had a single king-size bed and a small sitting area. It wasn’t a suite, but it was nice. It was on the back side of the resort, facing a wooded hillside. It had a good size patio with a hot tub on it. Situated the way it was, it was very private.
I’m not a nudist and I would never be nude in public, but I did enjoy being naked when in private. Here, I rarely wore any clothing while in my room or on the patio or in the tub.
Relaxed and at peace. Fresh air, a big hot tub all to myself, ultimate privacy, a fine coffee shop, and a 5-star restaurant right downstairs. My perfect vacation.
The first two days, I just sat and breathed and recharged. By the third day, I was ready to do just a bit more outdoors. There is a river that runs past the resort and I rented a canoe and had the staff take me upriver to a point that would be a fairly easy 90-minute trip back by water. Longer trips were available, but 90 minutes would be a good, easy, meditative time. I had done the trip before; both this one and the longer ones. Along most of the river, there was plenty of shade, and it would be pleasant, and not too hot. I took a snack and some cold water with me, and if things went well and the river wasn’t crowded, maybe I would stop for a swim in one of the small coves along the banks.
It was late in the season; school had just started for most families and I had most of the resort, and the entire river, to myself. I launched the canoe and started a slow, relaxed trip downstream. Most of the trip would be slow and calm, but there were one or two spots where there were some minor rapids. And it had been a very rainy summer, so the river was running just a little higher and faster than might be normal. That might make some of the small rapids seem even smaller if they were more submerged than normal.
I started out about eight miles upriver from the resort. The water was running about four miles an hour or so, and for the first hour, it was perfect peace.
When I got past the halfway point, still about three miles from the end, I started to approach one of the faster flowing stretches. There was a rapid section about 50 yards long and, as I had suspected, it was a bit faster but deeper than on previous trips.
I took a careful look at the flow and the surface of the water to read what was below, and to plan my entry.
I saw something at the far end of the rapids. I thought I saw something splash. It could have been a person. There was nothing else it could have been. It wasn’t stationary, and it wasn’t a rock or a log stuck in the flow. It was about 40 yards in front of me and was most likely in distress. Because the river was a bit high, I didn’t have to maneuver much; it was really a pretty straight shot.
By the time I exited the rapid, I could still see the figure about 25 yards ahead of me. I continued to paddle hard to close the distance, and by the time I was within ten yards, I could see that it was definitely a person, and I had seen them go under several times in the past minute as I hurried to reach them.
Drowning people don’t yell for help; they can’t. This one was no exception, and the lack of screams convinced me that they were in fact drowning. I was now just ten feet away and could clearly see that it was a woman in front of me. I called out to her that I was almost there. I don’t think she had seen me yet, and she managed to turn her head toward my canoe.
Two seconds later, I was along-side the distressed swimmer. Coming up with her on my right side, s
I dropped my oar in the boat beside me and moved to grab her, but with unexpected ease, she grabbed the canoe with both hands and quickly pulled herself in. I leaned back away from her to provide some balance and she landed in the bottom without tipping us or swamping us.
We both moved to find secure seats; me in the stern and her in the center, facing me, just two feet away. We were balanced, out of the rapids, and in calm water where the situation could be evaluated.
The woman took a deep breath and coughed a few times, trying to look me in the face between gasps and coughing.
For my part, my breath caught, and I almost gasped out loud as well. She was completely naked, and the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen! Not just the most stunning woman I had ever seen naked in person, I mean the most breath-taking woman I had ever even seen a picture of! She was still bent over, seated on the bench, so my view was limited, but she was definitely beautiful. And naked. Really naked. I don’t know how to describe it. She was somehow the most naked person I had ever seen. You know how when you’re really hungry, food tastes incredible? I wasn’t hungry for “naked” as far as I knew, but it had that kind of feeling to it. Instead of, “this is the best food I have ever tasted”, it was “this is the best naked I have ever seen!”
About 30 seconds after literally jumping into my boat, she was able to calm her breathing and sat up and looked straight into my face. Then she smiled. Then she leaned forward, took my face in her hands, and kissed me! Like she was in love with me! Not hard. Not passionate. Just deep and full of feeling. She lingered, and I didn’t resist.
We parted after a moment and she continued staring into my face.
She said, “I’m Paige. You rescued me. I was camping upriver and went to take a bath and a branch came down and knocked me off my feet into faster water, and I wasn’t able to get out. By the time you found me, I was sure I wasn’t going to make it out. But here you are, and now I’m fine.”
I didn’t say a word to interrupt her; she seemed to have a knack for knowing what I would have wanted to know. She sat back a bit, stretching, and smiled again.
I said, “Here’s a towel”, and handed her the medium size beach towel that I had with me.
Paige said, “Oh, thank you!” and she used the towel to dry her hair a bit, and then her arms, legs, back, breasts, and finally, her thighs and crotch. Then she handed the towel back to me!
OK, that was crazy! What is happening here? I don’t care, I just don’t want it to end! I am a gentleman though, and I wanted to do the right thing to help her.
I offered, “I meant that you could use it to cover up with if you wanted to.”
I didn’t look away, but I may have looked a little embarrassed.
She laughed and said, “Oh, I knew that. But it’s pretty warm, and I don’t need to be modest around you.” She smiled, and continued, “Um, of course, I wouldn’t want to be seen like this wherever we are going, so I might need the towel back then, but it’s a little small to cover all of me. When we get closer to, wherever, you can loan me your T-shirt, and then I can put the towel around my hips.”
As she said “hips”, she relaxed even more and leaned back and parted her legs, giving me a clear view of her crotch. I mean, she really, clearly “gave” me a good view. Like a gift. She wanted me to “have” a good look; and obviously more than a quick peek.
She stayed in that position as we continued to get to know each other. Paige did most of the talking. She seemed to know what to say, and I had no complaints. She wasn’t pushy. In fact, she struck me as being very innocent, but not at all naïve. She was just more comfortable with me than any woman had ever been. And I felt comfortable with her. The situation was incredibly unbelievable, but it was real, and we were flowing with it.
Paige wasn’t getting off on exhibitionism, she was just naked. She wasn’t taking anything from me by having me look at her. She was just handing me her nakedness. Giving her body to my eyes. She seemed to think it was the thing to do, and she was just doing it. She had already said, quite innocently, that she would not want anyone else to see her this way, and that we needed to plan to cover her up before we got to “wherever we were going”. This was just for me.
It didn’t seem to be attached to the fact that she had almost drowned, or that I had just come along and saved her life. She seemed very casual about it. She wasn’t acting like she was especially grateful that she had been saved from drowning. She seemed more to be grateful to just be with me.
She said, “So, I’m coming with you. I have found you and I’m staying with you. Don’t give it another thought.”
It made sense. No, not really. But it kind of did in some way that I couldn’t put my finger on. And I certainly wasn’t going to suggest that she was wrong.
I asked, “Do we need to go back to your camp, or where you fell in, for anything? Is there anything…”
She interrupted me, saying, “Nope, not a thing. I am not sure where it is and there’s nothing there that I need. I had one dress and a sleeping bag, but I don’t need those anymore. I had planned to give them to a homeless person as soon as…”, and she paused and looked puzzled for a moment.
A small frown crossed her face, but then she seemed to understand something and smiled again and completed her thought, “… as soon as you found me. That sounds kind of funny, doesn’t it? I bet if we stop and try to analyze this whole thing, it would all look a bit crazy, so let’s not do it. I was camping in the woods, I tried to take a bath in the river, I almost drowned, but you’re here now, and somehow I knew you would be, and now we are going to… your place, together!”
She was beaming as she finished.
She smiled widely and said, “That’s the story. Oh, and I’m naked and you’re wonderful! Can I kiss you again?”
Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and kissed me again.
After a few seconds, she broke off, sat back, and as what looked like an afterthought, smiled and spread her legs wide, and said, “Oh, and everything we need of mine is in this locket,” and she touched a fairly large canister looking locket attached to a rigid metal collar necklace around her neck.
I had noticed the necklace before but hadn’t paid attention to it yet. Now that I looked more closely, it seemed to be a single piece of thin, gold metal wire, welded in the back, with no way to remove it. Attached to the band was a cylindrical canister about an inch and a half in diameter and about three inches long. It was attached so that it didn’t hang down, but rather across the front of her neck. It was a bit odd looking and was definitely designed for a purpose other than jewelry.
She said, “We can’t open it yet. Maybe when we get where we’re going.”
It seemed to be a question rather than a certainty.
She continued, saying, “I think it might have, like my ID and stuff.”
She smiled and stretched backward, this time giving me a full, wonderful view of her breasts and the proud nipples standing out in the cool air.
She asked, “How long until we reach where we are going?” and she gave a significant look straight at my shorts and an upward nod of her head, inviting me to get naked as well.
I said, “Unfortunately, we’re just a few minutes away, so we should probably get you dressed too.”
I pulled off my T-shirt and handed it to her, and she cheerfully put it over her head and covered up her glorious body. This woman was just plain herself. There was no hint of a playful pout, a frown of disappointment, or any other games. She was as happy putting on my shirt as she was sitting absolutely naked in my canoe; it was just what we were doing right now, and whatever we were doing was just fine with her.
She said, “I am so happy!” and she raised up a bit off the canoe seat so that she could put the towel around her hips and thighs. The T-shirt came halfway down her thighs anyway, but having the towel on too seemed a bit more modest for public viewing since she had no bra or panties underneath!
We sat in the sun, taking each other in. There was no more talking until we neared the docking area for the resort about five minutes later.
