{Note: these are only slightly 'obscured' accounts of my life at the Broke Oak nudist resort in south Texas. I warn you that not everything is all 'cocks and pussies' as we are fairly normal human beings and these are actual accounts of our lives. Things are sometimes slow-starting and if you don't care for that, I apologize.}
Mornings are a great time of day since I retired – morning is when I don't have to get up and go to work! Afternoons are fine because I don't have to BE at work, but mornings are uniquely enjoyable because I can start the day the way I want.
When I first moved to Broke Oak, I would get up and go to the little café in the social hall. Two eggs, ham, hashed browns, toast and coffee - every morning, the same thing. Within a month it was boring – even a nice breakfast can get a bit boring.
In a way, it was boredom that introduced me to the 'Posse.' Every nudist group I have ever known has a group of men that informally gather, almost always with a coffee cup, in a centralized place. These guys are almost always friendly, open to new-comers, and full of bullshit. They live to be pals and BS. But they also perform an important function beyond just standing around naked. They help set and enforce the boundaries of behavior. They gossip as much as any group of women I have ever heard of.
After about a month of breakfasts, I decided to eat breakfast on Tuesday, Thursday and weekends and walk on the other three days. During my walk on the first Wednesday of this routine, I came past the community co-ed shower hut and encountered five men my age standing with mugs of coffee and obviously BS-ing at a professional level. Hellos were exchanged, introductions were made, and I was instantly deputized as a novice member of the Posse!
Lon was the youngest of us at 47 and Ben was the oldest at 73. Gerry, Hank, and Fred were all about 60, so I felt right at home. All but Ben and Hank had wives that were still working, too young to retire. Ben's wife Sally works as a helper in the café's morning rush, then she goes out to volunteer at a county housing agency. Hank's wife Kasey stayed home with craft hobbies.
After the 'posse' meeting, Hank invited me to drop by his place to meet Kacey and visit with them. Their mobile home was about the distance of 3 city blocks, a pleasant walk. On the way Hank explained that the community here is nice and stable. They take pride in not having a 'swinger problem.' When I looked questioningly, he said, sure there were sex-capades here the same as any place, but there had developed a certain culture that kept things stable: nobody played with any partnered person without the partner's knowledge and everyone kept their private life private. Hank assured me that I would fit in well with the Broke Oak crowd.
Hank led me into their home and called out to Kacey who was painting out in the open sunroom. What a looker! Kacey probably stood the same height as Hank, about five-ten and I suspect her to weigh about 170 pounds, each placed in the proper location. Kacey looked 45, but I knew from Hank's chit-chat that she was 59. Her hair was teasingly salt and pepper, short, and framed a lovely smile. Like virtually everyone at the 'Oak' she was naturally nude and looked fantastic. Her breasts were probably A or A-B cup, not winning or losing to gravity – more like 'negotiating', and the negotiations were actively taking place.
I am only partially a breast man, I really enjoy a woman's vulva. I love protruding inner lips, puffy outer lips can be fantastic, but a 'mound' effect makes me weak in the knees. Kacey shaved, puffy mound made me reach for a chair to hold myself up.
I am almost always shaved in the pubic area and love a smooth vulva. Hank was also shaved, so we all had something in common. Unless you have been there, you can't understand that nudists' conversations can very quickly include subjects that textile folks will never discuss. It is common for nudists that just met to talk about bodies, body parts, being nude, seeing and being seen, erections, and sexuality in general.
