Cum with me to lower Michigan as we camp near the Dunes and get intimate with Gracie and Charlie. This had to be in the 80's not long after we joined a membership campground group.
Let's pretend I was 45 and Dollie 43. The approximate ages of a couple, George and Terry, who helped teach us the fine art of bondage for sex 20 years earlier. That was another chapter in Dollie's life when she nearly gave in to getting fucked by a stranger.
These membership parks were new to us, places like KOA and Yogi Bear's, yet only members were allowed in. More like belonging to a country club or Mobile Home park with a large lodge/game room, mini golf, swimming pools, and other things we were not familiar with when camping in the wild.
Both types of camping have advantages. The membership parks were great destination camps and places where the kids were safe staying with member friends and activity directors.
Not ever expecting it in one of these places, new to the campground membership system, an old nudist resort was now part of a membership park.
We were going to as many new campgrounds as we could when they became available in the system. Partially because we found most were empty or nearly empty, especially during the week and off season. None was ever an old nudist park. But we'd been visitors at some nudist resorts so wandering around in a place like this wouldn't be a big deal.
There was some sort of agreement with the old nudist park members that they could remain in the system and have a small private area for going naked.
We loved checking out new RV parks anywhere we camped. We were probably wearing bikinis or I may have worn short shorts and a tank top. Dollie in a bikini, short shorts and halter top, or tiny blouse. Lots of skin no matter what we wore when in less crowded places.
From what I remember there were very few RV's where we were parked and none in other remote areas. Also, at these older campgrounds, turned into membership parks, there were permanent RV's with decks and small sheds for local members who visited often. So even if there was a vehicle near didn't mean someone was camping. We often assumed if no one was outside no one was there. But we didn't always assume right!
We were walking, exploring this new place. We passed between a wide opening in the lane with a large, maybe eight foot, wooden fence on each side, no signs.
After all, it was just another part of the large campground. After we went around a slight curve in the lane we could see RV's ahead and what looked like a swing set and playground. We also saw what appeared to be a small lake farther ahead. Time to check it out.
Like many times when all alone, let's get naked and take advantage of getting a tan without tan lines. There we were, carrying our clothes wadded up in tiny bundles, naked as a Jay Bird, looking at Jay Birds, Sparrows, and squirrels. We'd passed a small group of RV's and had just approached another bunch.
"Hi there. Nice to see you guys here," came several voices. We saw no one. Again, yet another voice from another direction. Aw shit. We're gonna get kicked outta here.
Those membership campgrounds have strict dress codes and we were far from up to code! We'd actually been warned at several other membership parks in other states about what is allowed to be exposed and what is not.
Funny, we never got warned in State or public campgrounds, although we rarely went nude in those places. Getting banned from here could get us banned from the entire membership system. Yea, we were worried.