This place in South Texas actually did exist. It was on my bucket list of naturist experiences, but closed for whatever reason before I got there. This
Nude Day Story Contest 2023
is the perfect opportunity to bring the old 'ranch by the side of a river' back to life. I hope you enjoy.
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Knowing the drive from Dallas wouldn't be very pleasant, I hired a driver. Riding in the back of my Jaguar SUV turned out to be the best idea. With Wi-Fi access, I would be able to conduct my usual business along the almost 6 hour drive. Now on the road, I was quickly engrossed in a very interesting real estate offering just South of San Antonio.
Taking a break from the screen when the car entered the toll road which takes us East of Austin, I realize I can't forget to thank my partner in El Paso. Just a few hours earlier, my driver emerged from her own Uber ride. When she got out, Jan was clearly a college-aged woman working a very lucrative job to get through college. Tall and stunning, her perfect curves were well defined by her clothes, but she showed no skin, just like a professional driver. I did, however, detect the lack of a bra as her breasts swayed ever so slightly under a vest with her movement.
"We're heading just past San Antonio." I told Jan, handing her a notecard with the address written on it.
"Looks like a full day." Jan said, with just a touch of bass in her voice.
Her voice was, shall we say, very sultry.
"Depending of how long this takes, I have a property in San Antonio proper where we can spend the night, if needed." I informed her.
"I have four days set aside, just in case."
"And, this is all business. You'll be paid time and a half if we stay overnight. I'll know more as we get going."
Jan proved herself more than capable as she powered the Jag down the highway. The backseat, very spacious in its own right, was the perfect spot to get work done. The property we had set out for was an old resort of sorts just outside San Antonio. Set on a few acres, on satellite it appeared like a community pool. It had a history of so much more.
Now closed, this property was a groundbreaker in a time long since past. It was a private club for weekend naturists. Keeping mostly to themselves, the members were simply solid South Texas citizens looking for an outlet. And find it they did. In its heyday, the resort bustled on any given day as people made their way there, almost religiously. For some, it was a pilgrimage worth taking.
My partners and I agreed we needed eyes on the property to gauge potential. We had several interesting ideas for the land itself, but it all started with the existing structures. Near a river and a small lake, it might make a nice destination bed and breakfast. We're thinking mini-home style buildings with a pool and small restaurant to serve guests.
Jan makes small work of the toll road. With a posted speed limit of 85, she guides the Jag through its paces, regularly exceeding 90 on the smooth roads of this relatively new highway. I remember when they opened it. They had a race car driver run a Cadillac through the toll sensors at well over 100 hours an hour. I wonder how many locals did the exact same thing.
After racking up toll after toll, we reach the outskirts of San Antonio and head west to the little village. A certain Doobie Brothers song comes to mind as we exit the highway to the little farm road. It is desolate. It is dusty and dirty. For the right clientele, it is a perfect distance from the big city allure of San Antonio, and smack dab in the middle of some ranch land.
Using the gate code from the local real estate agent, we bring in the Jag and close the gate behind us. This was a property obviously set up for privacy. With its tall metal fencing and abundant tall oak trees, people undoubtedly felt safe inside.
While the clubhouse looked to be in need of major repairs, the outdoor pool and accompanying covered seating around it looked to have aged well. Beyond the pool was a pathway.
"I'm going to check out this path. I think it may lead to the river." I told Jan.
She stayed several yards behind me, allowing me to scan the property without interruption. I took pictures, and texted several to my partners. The cell service was available, but noticeably weak. My pictures took a little time to send.
The river was a pleasant surprise. The recent weather systems last month brought much needed rain to the parched landscape, and the river was an immediate beneficiary. While the flow was slow, presumably due to the small dam down river for the lake, the water was clear and the trees near the waterline provided very nice shade.
Giving up on the cell signal, I simply kept taking pictures to send later.
"Hey, Jan? Do you mind standing next to the water? I want to give some idea of the size of the river to my friends."
"Sure." Jan replied, walking past me.
Stopping at the water, she removed her shoes and stood in the water while I took some pictures.
"Can I ask you a question? You can say no if you want." Jan asked.
"Sure, of course."
"Will you put your phone away for about 30 minutes?"
"Why?"
"If you are as trustworthy as you appear, I think you will be very happy you did so." Came her reply.
"Okay."
As quickly as I had put my phone away, Jan peeled off her shirt and thin camisole, then began working on her shorts.
"What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to stare, but damn, her breasts were incredibly perfect.
"I love this spot, and I was just imagining all the naturists who came here." She said.
"How did you know about it?"
"I saw a sign on the clubhouse. It had rules about behavior for the guests. It was clear everyone here was not only naked, but very respectful of all members."
"We're still working out details, but we haven't ruled out the naturist element yet. It depends on the local ordinances. We hope there are some grandfathered clauses we can use to reopen it."
All caught up in business talk, I was quickly brought back to reality as Jan stripped completely. Placing her clothes on the dry ground, she waded very slowly into the water. When she got up to her thighs in the water, Jan dove in with a small holler.
Still in shock, I decided to pick up her clothes so they didn't get too dirty, and watcher her swim around. Her ass came above the water several times as she dove up and down. Finally, she stopped, and turned to look at me.
In cinematic slowness, she walked out of the water. The wetness fell off her body as she exited, drips of water falling off her nipples, small streams working their way down her body. As her perfectly trimmed pussy came above the water, I backed up.
"I'll hold your clothes while you dry." I told her.
"Okay. Let's go see the rest of the property."
Turning my back to this fabulously nude woman, I walked back up the path. I could sense her naked form behind me. At the end of the path, I waited a moment for her to come next to me, and we walked around the property as she dried in the warm sunlight.
My partners will never believe me when I tell them all this. That is, if I decide to tell them. I can't take pictures. This is just too safe of a space to lose her trust. As I think to myself, Jan moves away from me and as a result, also her clothes. She wanders to my left, seemingly in her own thoughts.
The pool, long since emptied and in need of thorough repairs, offers no respite from the heat. Jan sits on the concrete near the centerpiece of this property and dries in the direct sun.
As I move around, I keep an eye on her. It's hard to look elsewhere. First, she spreads her legs a little and allows the rays of sunshine to hit her most intimate parts. Turning over, I notice a slight darkness to her skin, but no tanlines. She is a natural for this place.
I walk about 20 feet from her, and place her clothes on the ground.
"Enjoy yourself while I look around some more."
"Looks like your 30 minutes are up. Feel free to take pictures."
I give her a quizzical look.
"For your own needs of course. Think of me as a ghost from the very naked past of this club."
"That I can do."
We began a very interesting dance of sorts. I walked around, taking nonchalantly, but obviously had Jan in most of the pictures. My phone battery paid the price, and I eventually had to stop.
"Any decision on whether we're heading back tonight?" Jan asked, referring our earlier discussion of her contracted time.
"Let's stay one night, come back tomorrow to answer any questions from my partners, then head back."
"Okay. Any chance we're staying at a house with a pool?"
"Of course, it has one. Most of our properties do." I reply, watching Jan stand.
Her pussy spreads ever so slightly as she stands. I probably drooled a little at the sight, and decide to walk toward the car while Jan dresses.
"Good, because I'll need to cool off. That river looked great, but I can't drive a Jag when I'm dripping wet."
"I appreciate that, and I'm pretty sure you'll appreciate the privacy at the house. You'll be able to swim naked again."
"Doesn't matter. I have an exhibitionist streak, and once I feel safe, I just keep going."
"Exhibitionist, huh? I dated one a few years ago. The sex was, shall we say, very interesting."
"I'm not promising anything, but first thing is I don't want to violate any terms of my driving contract. But yes, the sex is the icing on the cake when I show off."
"And to think tomorrow is National Nude Day." I say, remembering that past girlfriend.
