My wife Kitty and I lived together for five years before we got married. We both had been married before and this was our way of seeing if it was going to work without all the legal problems. I'm happy to say it did work out and we were together for twenty-four years.
That first year together was interesting, as all new relationships tend to be. It's a learning time. You learn each other's likes and dislikes, you learn about each other, both past and present. One Sunday morning I dropped a bomb of a revelation.
Kitty wasn't much of a clotheshorse. Clothes were for comfort more than show. Although when she got dolled up, she was spectacular, at least in my eyes anyway. At five ten, she was tall and slender with small breasts and narrow hips. Her heart shaped butt was to die for.
Shorts and crop tops were her general mode of dress in warm sunny southern California back in the early seventies. I had a small one-bedroom apartment in south Santa Anna. It was a duplex with another apartment down stairs and two one-car garages to one side. A widow lady lived downstairs and I always worried about us disturbing her.
Later, I found out she loved having "Newly Weds" as she called us, living upstairs. I think our anywhere and anytime lovemaking did more for her heart than her pacemaker did. We did get very noisy, believe me, but that's a whole other story.
The Sunday morning bombshell was delivered in bed as we read the Sunday paper. I saw an article on the upcoming Nude Day celebration in Orange County where we lived and mentioned it to Kitty. She looked at me questioningly.
"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that I've been a nudist since I was like sixteen." One bombshell delivered directly on target.
The questioning look turned into a frown and then she sighed. "A nudist, huh. No wonder I can't keep clothes on you here in the house."
"Hey, you're one to be talking." I paused and grinned. "I love to watch you running around naked. It gives a whole new meaning to domestic bliss."
Kitty smiled and said, "I love you watching me and your eyes do good things for me but...." She sighed and shook her head. "I'm not sure about being naked in front of strangers. It's just not my thing, I guess."
"Have you ever tried?"
"Uh, no. I get embarrassed enough in front of a new lover. Well, except for you for some strange reason. I think it's the way you look at me. It's more appreciation than lust. Although, even when I see the lust in your eyes it's still loving."
"I'm just glad you don't have eyes in the back of your head."
Kitty laughed. "You mean, so I won't see how you look at my ass. I hate to tell you but those drooling, oh my God, looks get you more sex than you realize. Why do you think my ass is always toward you when I bend over to pick something up?"
"You do have one beautiful ass, standing up or bent over." I told her.
She made a growling sound in her throat and whispered, "You keep spreading it on that thick and I'll be on my knees with my ass up in the air for you to worship."
"Promises, promises," I said with a big grin.
"Not so fast. Let's get back to this nudist thing. What's a Nude Day celebration?"
"June the fourteenth is National Nude Day."
"You're kidding right. I've never heard of it before now." Kitty said and then added, "You're making it up to get me outside naked."
I held up the article in the paper so she could see it. "I'm not making it up but I do find the idea of you outside naked very tempting."
"I haven't even been skinny dipping since I was a kid and slipped into our neighbors yard one night for a swim," she said as she scanned the article.
"Thirty thousand people showed up at a local park last year? Whoa, that's way more naked people than I ever want to be around. What do thirty thousand naked people do?"
"Enjoy each others company, mainly." I replied. "It's not a sex thing, it's an enjoyment of being natural, one with nature and out in nature."
"Uh huh," Kitty said but she really didn't believe me."
"Some people just don't like clothes and think being naked is natures way. Whole families in fact, from Grandma down to the great grandbabies. It's a way of life and a way of living."
"Your whole family got naked together?" Kitty asked with shock in her voice.
I laughed and shook my head. "Not my family, the family of a girlfriend back in high school. She invited me to join them at a fourth of July barbeque and I was hooked on the freedom. I've met some of the nicest people who are nudists."
"Uh, huh," Kitty said again and then added, "A high school sweetheart."
I grinned and shook my head. "It wasn't that way at all. A month or so later her dad was transferred to some place up north and I never saw her again. He was in the Air Force and things like that happened. When I was eighteen I joined a local nudist group and continued until I went in the service."
"Why didn't you take it up again when you got out of the service?"
I shrugged. "Not enough time at first and later when I did try to join some of the groups here in California, I found out they very seldom except single male members."
"Well, you're not single now, sort of," Kitty said with a laugh. "But you do have a nice male member."
"Thank you dear, I love you too."
We went back to reading the paper and as soon as I finished the section with the Nude Day story, Kitty took it. She read the article and then laid the paper down. She got out of bed and left the bedroom. I sighed as I watched the sway of her heart shaped ass as she did.
She returned a few minutes later with the coffee pot and the Orange County phone book. She refilled our coffee mugs and then sat down on the side of the bed and began looking through the yellow pages. I smiled but didn't say anything. I already knew what was listed under nudists.
Finally, she tossed the phone book on the bed and lay back with her head on my thigh. "That was a waste of time. I looked under nudists, naturalists, naked, and nude. All I came up with was ads for topless and nude bars."
"That's about it," I said without looking up from the sports page.
"Then how do you find out about nudist clubs and such?"
"There are two national nudist organizations. You call and ask." I told her.
"Uh, what's their numbers? They aren't listed in the phone book are they?"
"They probably are but finding them is a headache. Hand me the card file out of my top dresser draw, I might still have a card."
She got the box and handed it to me. "It's locked," she said with a pout on her face.
I chuckled and nodded, "Yes it is." Then I used my thumbnail to unlock it. "It's not really a lock but more of a safety to keep it from coming open accidentally."
"You're mean. All this time, I thought it was locked."
