It all started back in 2005 when I began to visit a nudist resort every weekend. The resort is a popular one. Located on a ridge, way back in the mountains of West Virginia, it is an ideal place to get away, get nude, and have fun.
My name is Terry Scott, I am about 45 years old and divorced. I live up in Martinsburg, West Virginia, a historic place, not too far from the resort, but distance didn't really matter to me then--nudity did. The best part of going to the resort is the nude dances we have about every Saturday night. We also have a special Halloween costume dance and of course the big New Year's Eve Dance, which always gets wild. After the nude dances end several of us are usually too turned on to get dressed again--so we drive home stark naked. That is so much fun, even at 2 a.m.
I did not mind driving hours to enjoy the nudist lifestyle, whether the club was in West Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, or even Virginia. Being nude and seeing my 50 to 75 nudist friends laying out by the pool was fantastic. We used to have music concerts every August at the resort that would draw in 400 to 500 nudists from all over the region. One time a female lead singer with a group performing there got in a sexy mood and slowly stripped on stage. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. After each song, she took an item of her clothing off. By the time she ended her performance she was only wearing cowboys boots and a smile in front of hundreds at the concert. She was a very turned-on ENF, which made her extra hot to watch. I came just watching her.
We later partied with her, and for that night at least--she became one of us, a real-life nudist.
That was hot, as was dancing nude with a female newby I met. Both events took me to a higher level of eroticism. I was a walking hard-on each time, although I usually had excellent self-control. The club also has two nude bars. The bar stools were covered by our towels, but we were all stark naked in there, even the female bartender was naked. From the nude bar we could adjourn to the nearby hot tubs, and if things went well there, we could go to our room at the resort lodge--a naked-motel-of-sorts. It was fun to walk nude from place to place, inside or outside without a care in the world about clothing. It was heaven on earth.
The first time I saw the newby, I was watching some nude couples dance. It was great to watch these hot married women dance. These MILFS were wild and sexy as hell. It seemed to me their nipples were harder, and their pussies were smoother. Their husbands knew just what to do to get them to the edge right on the dance floor. Even though it is frowned on at the club, I once saw a woman jack off her husband in his wheelchair at the outdoor pool in broad daylight. Guess they thought we did not see it. Poor fellow deserved it, I guess.
Usually nudists at resorts are either married, or in long-term relationships. Some resorts have singles events, but not enough get-to-gathers are held for the singles, in my humble opinion.
Anyway--as I was enjoying the sexy nude couples dance, I walked up and introduced myself to the newby. I learned her name was Jenn. She came to the resort on a dare with her friends, a nudist couple who were regulars at the club. They invited her to join them and she was brave enough to make the trek there all the way from York, Pa. Lucky for me, aye? I was at the right place at the right time for once.
Female newbies are always interesting to watch at clubs, some are too shy to strip. Newbies have to be handled just right when you meet them. They scare easily when a nude man talks to them, or offers to buy them a drink. Asking them to dance naked with you is the ultimate thing. Some will do it, just for the hell of it, especially if they are drunk.
Their long-held notions about nudist resorts and wild sex comes to mind, and limits what they will do. The fact of the matter is this: nudist resorts have strictly-enforced rules. Both sexes are screened during extensive background checks even before they get there. In fact--people can be thrown out if complaints are made. Once in Georgia, I remember a woman was suspended from a nudist resort I went to for giving blow jobs to men in front of a group of other men who lined the walls of the hot tub room to watch.
I decided to start dancing near Jenn, and go from there. Formally asking her to dance naked with me was a bad idea. I remember the time I was in Tampa at a nudist/swinger's resort. I saw three hotties in their 20s strip and start dancing naked in front of a big crowd. I boldly asked one if I could join them, and she politely said no. Nice rejection, but it taught me a lesson. Play it cool, and don't pester hot women.
Jenn was a tad older, and not as pretty as the hotties, but nice-looking in her own right. She was 35, stood about 5'6, had light brown hair, and was kind of slim.
She wore beeds around her neck, which drew my attention to her chest. Jenn's breasts were small, but she had a tight ass, nice smooth olive skin, and a good body.
So we danced and it was fun. Think of this--you are totally nude dancing with a stranger of the opposite sex. You are also barefoot on the dance floor with 25 other naked folks. Being barefoot is like being twice as naked, whether you are dancing, streaking or hiking nude. All of the kitchen staff had clothes on. But I remember a waitress who pulled her top off, sprayed whip cream on her tits and dared us to lick it off. Some nudist went up and did it. The disc jockey was dressed, but the bartenders there were nude, like us.
Jenn and I slow-danced for a while. I was lucky the DJ played a slow one. It was fun to be so close to this brave, cute woman I just met. Something sexy about being naked right off the bat with a stranger. It is like you bypass the boring stuff, and get down to the basics.
