There was never any casual nudity in my house growing up

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There was never any casual nudity in my house growing up.

But in my 30s, I discovered that I enjoyed being nude, being seen nude by others and seeing others nude when on a lark I went to a nearby nudist resort.

The resort was really more of a camp and not very well kept. That experience led me to look for others. As luck would have it, I found another camp that was owned by a man I had met once in connection with my work.

We had an easy conversation about nudism and how he and his wife became nudists. Eventually, he introduced me to a slightly older single woman (mid40s) who took me under her wing, so to speak. We traveled together to other clubs and resorts that were within driving distance and enjoyed our time together.

We were never sexual together, I guess in the truest sense of social nudity isn’t sexual, but I certainly enjoyed her body, sharing one room when we were on the road together, and I loved cuddling and spooning her in our shared bed.

It was also a thrill for me when we showered together and she’d let me soap her up in the enjoyable outdoor showers.

I guess her being almost 10 years older than me was a fabulous bonus for me. I remember she had a fabulous red bush that really stood out from her vulva whenever she stood sideways to me.

If I mentioned her pubic hair in any context, she’d smile and wink at me and say, “Just call me bushmaster.”

Oftentimes, when we were just lounging in our lawn chairs in the shade, enjoying an adult beverage, she wasn’t too careful to keep her legs together or crossed. Sometimes I actually could see a glimpse of her clitoris and meaty, dangling labia.

When we would be alone later, I’d mention that I enjoyed the peek she had given me. The first time I mentioned my “sighting,” she called me a naughty boy. Then she laughed and told me she was glad I liked what I saw because she had always been somewhat self-conscious about the size of her clit and her pouty lips.

I told not to worry at all because her lady parts were a revelation to me and I could probably never tire of my admiration of them.

We finished that season with the promise of getting together the next season and venturing to other resorts.

I had a difficult time as the winter moved in because the nudism had become a mainstay in my summer activities, but as luck would have it, the nudity dry spell affected her too.

At Thanksgiving she called me asking if I had any turkey day plans. I did not so she invited me to come and stay at her house, help her prepare her Thanksgiving meal because she was hosting three widow ladies that I would enjoy meeting.

Not really exciting about spending Thanksgiving with a bunch of perceived old hens, I agreed to join my friend because I missed her, and she promised we could be nude while we did all the heavy cooking and baking the day before.

I arrived at her house two days before Thanksgiving and we went grocery shopping for the last minute things that one discovers missing when planning a big meal.

When we got home with our bags of food, good to her word, she said, “Let’s get comfortable and take a shower together before another minute goes by.”

With an agreeable nod from me, she took my hand and led me back to her boudoir.

It was a sizable room with a king size bed, a sitting alcove and an en-suite with a double shower. She explained that the double shower had convinced her to buy this particular house.

She sat down in a chair and started removing her shoes. I stopped her and asked if I could have the honor of undressing her. She stopped for a moment as in thought and then said, “Be my guest if I get to return the favor.”

I told her of course as I moved in front of her in the chair and went down on one knee to finish removing her shoes. I took my time and even gave each foot a brief massage. Her tiny feet, still in panty hose, we beautifully pedicured and soft.

As I massaged, she leaned back in her overstuffed chair, closed her eyes and let out a deep breath as she relaxed and said her feet felt so loved.

I took a break from the massaging to reach my hands under her dress searching for the waistband of her pantyhose. Without opening her eyes, she lifted her hips to help me remove the garment.

I can’t tell you in that moment how sexy and beautiful she looked in the soft light that was filtering through her curtained windows.

I peeled the hose down each leg and wadded them up in my hand before putting them to my nose and inhaling her aroma. I could smell the faint odor of her vagina and immediately felt my penis start to harden.

She slightly opened her eyes when she heard my breathing and quietly said, “Oh, I see you are going to be a naughty boy,” pursing her lips in a kiss she blew to me.

I took that as my signal that she was willing to let me enjoy undressing her and take time perhaps exploring her charms.

Telling her I didn’t want to interrupt her relaxation but I needed her to stand up so I could remove her remaining clothes.

With my hand assisting her, she stood, turned her back to me while moving her long red hair to one side revealing her dress’s zipper that started at her neck and went all the way down her back to the top of her shapely hips.

I slowly pulled the zipper down being careful not to let it catch on her slip. I then softly pulled the shoulders of her dress down her arms. Helping me, she wiggled her arms out of the short, puff sleeves as I eased the dress over her shapely buns and let it drop to the floor.

She immediately turned, put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “You really know how to arouse a lady.” With a peck on my cheek, she let go and backed up enough to enable me to reach the hem of her slip and ease it up to her waist, then to her breasts and finally over her head.

I said, “Excuse me,” as I reached for her dress still lying on the carpeted floor and laid both garments across the chair.

I stepped back to simply admire her in the waning afternoon light. Still wearing her bra and panties, she looked so sexy and alluring. She reached behind herself to unfasten her bra as I moved forward to take it out of her hands and get my first glimpse of her full and slightly sagging breasts.

Her nipples were fully extended and her dark, ruby red areoles seemed larger than I remembered. I tossed her bra toward her other clothes and took a nipple in each hand, lifting one to my lips and then the other.

Now, only in her panties, I reached for her hips, gave them a gentle squeeze before moving back up and putting my thumbs into the waistband and easing white cotton garment below her soft globes.

I squeezed them again, gave each one a pat before lowering the panties to the floor and helping her step out of them.

I reached down for them, wadded them in my hands and took another deep breath in, capturing the smell of her nectar and feeling the dampness.

She was simply doe-eyed in the twilight. I couldn’t resist scooping her up in my arms and laying her across her bed.

She protested that she was supposed to undress me but I told her to just lie back and relax that I would be joining her in a few moments.

I began unfastening my belt and zipper and stepped out of my trousers. I could hardly take my eyes off her. One glance at her fabulous, thick red bush and I truly realized how much I missed our nude weekends together.

I continued undressing without taking my eyes off of her as she squirmed on her bed, pulling back the covers and positioning a pillow under her head.

Now I was fully nude and she left the bed moving to her dresser and gazed at the mirror while pinning up her hair to keep it dry in the shower.

The water in the double shower warmed quickly as we stepped in and felt it stream down our bodies. Lots of girly smelling soaps, which I didn’t care for but accepted without complaint as she lathered up my body, spent extra time with my now glass-hard erection and even slipped a soapy finger into my anus with a naughty smile on her face as she looked up at me for a reaction or an approval. I just smiled down at her and gently kissed her on the lips.

Standing under the water, she rinsed me down and stopped to take unnecessary time with my hard meat.

But now it was my turn to lather her and take my time with all her special places. It was fantastic. Although I had seen her nude more than clothed and shared many an outdoor shower with her, this was a first. With the soap on her body, she felt amazing.

Soaping her back and breasts was a labor of love. Then her tummy and loins before stopping at her bush, then feeling her folds as the water flowed over my hands and down through her thick, natural pubic hair.

Always one to return a kindness, I slipped a soapy finger down her hips to her anus and held it there. When she leaned forward putting her hands against the shower wall I knew I had her blessings to enter the nether regions.

I took my time exploring her unknown two knuckles deep before the fingers of my other hand went hunting for her now swollen clit. I continued my gentle motions until she suddenly stopped me saying, “Not yet, not yet.”

I took my cue and finished rinsing her off. She shutoff the water, we stepped out of the shower where two warmed, thirsty towels were waiting for us.

The rest of our night was too active to get any sleep and we both knew we’d need a nap the next afternoon to recover.