THE NUDIST RESORT
This story is a figment of my imagination. It has more sex in it than I usually put in my stories. Of course, no one in the story engaged in any sexual activities are under the age of 18. There were no animals injured in the telling of the story.
If you are looking for a clean, wholesome story, please look elsewhere.
My name is Don, I am about 40ish divorced, live alone, and bored. I work 8 hours a day and sometimes a little longer. I don't consider myself attractive at all. I am average height a little overweight.
I would come home to my apartment after a day's work sit in front of the TV and maybe drink a couple of beers. I never was a heavy drinker, and I didn't go out much as I found going to bars as a single male was pretty boring.
I decided I needed to get out and do something with my life. I did two things that I thought may help me, so I wasn't so bored. I decided to go back to school. As there was a junior college close to my house I went and signed up for some classes. One of those classes was Psychology. I would be attending classes at night so I would get off work get cleaned up grab something to eat and go to school.
My psychology class was taught by a lady that was a psychologist about 36 years old, Anna Goldstone. I found that in going to a junior college I had a big advantage over most of the students. Because they were young it seemed like they didn't have a clue about what life was all about and it seemed they didn't have any idea of how to study.
I guess because I participated in class a lot, I sort of became the teacher's pet. She would call on me and it seemed that I always knew the answers, so we got along really well. And I was never afraid to give my opinion about things which the kids never did.
The other thing I did was buy a motorcycle. I had been riding since I was about 19 years old, and I had had several motorcycles in the past, but when I got divorced, I had to sell the last one I had to pay expenses.
I always enjoyed riding and I liked going to motorcycle rallies. For those who are not familiar with Motorcycle rallies, someone will set up a meet and motorcycle riders will come from many times all over the area. There will be events like a poker run. A poker run is where you go to different locations in a specific order and at each of those locations you would pick a card from a deck of cards. That card is then entered on your participant form. Then you would go to the next location. At the last location you would turn in your card with the cards you had picked recorded on the card. Later after everyone had come in, they would go through all the card hands and the person with the best poker hand would win. They would usually give cash prizes for first, second, and third place.
Also, at rallies they would have games like a slow race. They would set up a short track usually a couple hundred feet long and people would complete to find the last one that crossed the finished line. This is not an easy things on a motorcycle that weighs up to 800 pounds or so.
At any rate, there was a rally that was going to be held only to be a few miles from my house. So, I decided I was going to go. Even if I was alone, I knew I would have fun.
When I arrived, there were a couple hundred motorcycles there. Most of them were the bigger cruisers. As I walked around to see what was going on I ran into my psychology teacher. We started talking and she told me that she had heard about these rallies and decided that she wanted to see what they were all about. I asked her how she had gotten there, and she said she was in her car and that she was going to go on the poker fun in her car.
I asked her if she had ever ridden on a motorcycle before and she said she had not. So, I offered to take her with me on mine and we could do that poker run together.
The poker run was only about 60 miles long and I told her if she didn't like riding, I would bring her back to her car. She thought that was great. So, when the time came, we started off. Luckily, I had an extra helmet with me in my saddlebags, so we headed off on the route.
After a bit she got used to riding although, I noticed she was holding on to me pretty tight.
Most of the stops to pick up cards were at establishments that served adult beverages. Most of the route were on lesser traveled roads although they were all paved.
The first stop we just went in and got our cards. By the time we got to the second one we were both a little thirsty, so I bought my teacher, Anna, a beer, and I drank a coke as I don't drink when I am riding. The third stop we walked around a little bit to stretch our legs and talked.
I learned that she was single, she had had a boyfriend, but he was overseas, and she had no idea if or when he would be back. He was not in the military but rather working as a civilian for a contractor. Anna worked every day and was teaching because she was also bored. We got back on the Bike and headed for the fourth stop
This was the farthest one out but interestingly enough I had been to all of the stops at one time or another.
I have to say I am glad that this poker run hadn't cost me but only $5.00 because I knew I was not going to have a winning hand.
We headed back to the last location and turned in our cards after making our final draw. By the time we returned they had brought out the free food, barbeque, potato salad and beans. We sat together and talked while we ate.
After eating we walked around for a while looking at the bikes that had entered into the "bike show" while we talked.
After a bit the band started playing. They were pretty good and were playing rock music which is normal for rallies. We sat and talked and danced a little and had a pretty good time.
I had started getting dark and people started leaving so I thought that we may as well leave too as nothing was going on and the band had stopped playing.
I told her I would see her in class and we both went in our own directions.
Our class was on Tuesday and Thursday nights. When I went in Tuesday she told me what a good time she had said she wanted to do it again sometime.
I told her that I would check and see when the next close one would be happening. I checked all the places I normally looked on the internet for motorcycle rallies and found on that would be in two weeks about 80 miles away.
On Thursday I went in to class and told her about it. It was to be held at a private campground called Pecan Acres north of us. She said she would love to go. I told her it was a two day rally so we would be camping. I had a tent and camping supplies and she said she had a sleeping bag. I told her that I would cover the cost of the event and she said she would bring the food.
Because I can only carry just so much on my bike, I suggested that she follow me in her car, and I would lead the way to the camp grounds. We agreed to leave Friday around noon and come back Sunday.
I had never heard of this place before, so I had to print out a map to get there. I was actually in the middle of nothing halfway between two towns.
At the appointed time I met her at her apartment and put the tent and other stuff in her car, so I didn't have to ride with them.
We went through a couple of small towns but when we arrived, I noticed that this camp ground believed in their privacy as it was enclose by an eight foot privacy fence. I had to push a button to have them open a gate and we entered and went to the office.
When we walked in, I think we were both completely surprised when we saw that the people in the office were totally naked. We were at a motorcycle rally at a nudist resort.
I asked my teacher if she wanted to leave and she said, No, let's stay, this could be interesting.
The place was very nice. Lots of green grass, a swimming pool, a big game room with restrooms and a community shower, a pavilion and outdoor dance floor, and it even had a restaurant. We did see a lot of naked people and they were all having a good time. They were all shapes and sizes, and everyone seemed very friendly.
We found a place sort of away for the big group of people to set up our tent and make camp. The only rule was no campfires. I looked at the schedule and there was to be a band Friday and Saturday nights, The restaurant was open, and the swimming pool and hot tub were open 24/7.
We located the restrooms but noticed that the showers were community co-ed showers.
After we set up our campsite, we were sitting in front of the tent having a little lunch. A lady walked by, and she had on a bikini. I said something like, "Oh you are not getting with the program?"
She looked at me and said, "Oh No I could never to that I would be so embarrassed I wouldn't know what to do."
I laughed and she continued on. I couldn't say too much as we were both dressed also.
We walked all around the resort and saw that they had a RV park that they rented out by the season, a permanent party area with homes and a RV park that they rented by the night. In addition to that they also had cabins for rent.
We returned to our camp site and bikini lady walked by but this time she was topless. I told her that I thought she said she wasn't going to do that. She said, "True but I felt funny being one of the few that was covered up."
As she walked off, I turned to my teacher and said, "Anna, are you going to join in?"
She spoke. "Do you think I should?"
"Well unless you see someone you know here, no one will ever know the difference but you and me and I will never tell."