This is the story of how I went from a prude, to nude and finally to rude. For those readers who expect a lot of immediate sexual activity, this may disappoint. Nudism did lead me to sexual awakenings, but it did not happen all that quickly.
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It was noon and three 4WDs were coming up the track to the resort. I'd been there alone since the day before, enjoying the company of Dave and Sabrina the owners and tentatively experiencing my first ever nudist holiday. Now I was about to share the campgrounds with some 'regulars'.
Dave and Sabrina left the pool area and strolled hand in hand to where the track meandered from the gate to the grassy campgrounds that made up - along with the pool, BBQ barn and ablutions blocks - the main area of the naturist retreat. I, who had just had my very first nude photo taken by Dave, went back to the safety of my own little campsite and sat on my camping chair in front of my tent. It was not specifically that I was nervous about meeting more nude people, I was actually shy around any type of stranger - even clothed ones.
The three big cars rolled slowly into the grassy campground and maneuvered into three separate but nearby campsites as if pre-arranged. Which being regulars there, I reflected, probably were. Dave and Sabrina, arms around each other's naked waists, were waving to everyone in the cars and calling out friendly greetings. I watched on from a distance - intrigued as to what these 'regulars' might be like.
As one, each 4WD stopped and the occupants stepped out of their vehicles - all fully clothed. From the first car, a well tanned couple perhaps in their fifties, he thickset, a noticeable tummy, medium height with short iron-grey hair and dressed in long shorts and a T-shirt. His wife, tall and rubenesque, mediterranean features and long dark hair, clad in a long batik sarong. I would later be introduced to them as John and Moira. From the back seat of their 4WD a slightly younger, slimmer man emerged. He was perhaps in his mid 30s, sported a moustache and what I thought was a fairly silly floppy hat - he too wore shorts and a T-shirt. I'd afterwards learn that his name was Greg and as a single guy he often tagged along with the couple.
The second 4WD belonged to a couple I gauged to be in their late 30s. He had a lean,tanned look, close cropped blond hair and dark glasses - he looked a little like a biker to me in his black T-shirt, jeans and boots. His partner was willowy, with long blonde hair and dressed in a simple white summer frock. I'd come to know them as Stew and Barb. From the last vehicle a couple alighted whose ages I could not begin to guess at. Bruce and Steph, may have been anywhere between 40 and 65. They were both trim, dressed in shorts and T-shirts that at one and the same time looked casual but terribly elegant, and they had (what seemed to me) the suaveness that one sees on people who are used to yachting and flying all over the world on their holidays. Steph wore her strawberry blonde hair bobbed and Bruce had that distinguished 'George Clooney' salt and pepper hairstyle. They had brought with them in their 4WD another single guy. This was Daryl - A very tall bald, shaven headed guy in jeans and tank-top.
So, I thought to myself, eight new people to meet. Should I get it over with before they are naked? Or does one wait to be introduced? The group had gathered into a friendly circle and Dave and Sabina were greeting them like old friends. Sabrina hugged and kissed all the men and women, Dave shook hands with the men, and all the women hugged and kissed Dave. I was too far away to hear what was said and nobody seemed to notice me. I sat low in my chair and watched the scene - wondering how a whole bunch of people suddenly get naked - or do they?
Everyone is an individual - that's for sure. John and Moira took off their clothes while still chatting to the rest of the group. He simply dropped his shorts and kicked them off, peeled his t-shirt over his head, all the while holding an animated conversation with Dave. Moira undid the knot of her sarong and casually threw it behind her where it landed on their car bonnet. Neither wore any underwear, so they were nude in an instant. It was the most casual thing I had ever seen. Their friend Greg walked to the car, opened the back door as if to screen himself, and after a lot of fussing and fiddling around with something inside the car, he came back to the group naked and carrying a towel over his shoulder - almost but not quite covering his penis.
Stew and Barb on the other hand, took towels and a bag from their car and walked across the lawn and disappeared into the shower block, emerging wet and naked 10 minutes later. As for Bruce and Steph, they went to stand in the shade away from the group and helped each other undress. They mutually helped each other out of their shirts. Then Steph turned her back to Bruce so he could unclip her bra. While she removed it, Bruce knelt behind her and pulled down her shorts and helped her step out of them, leaving her in a tiny white g-string. She turned back and unzipped and yanked down his shorts and underwear in one movement, laughing at some joke I was too far away to hear. Meanwhile big Daryl had sauntered to the pool, sat on a lounger to remove his jeans , and before I knew it I saw his naked butt as he dove into the water.
So, everyone had gotten naked, I had seen it all - and yet I hadn't. Perhaps it was sensory overload, but I just had the vaguest and combined images of naked torsos, bums and limbs. I hadn't really noticed the 'naughty' bits of their nudity. And of course I was doing my best not to gawk.
I was unsure again of the etiquette - should I go over and introduce myself? Should I mind my own business? I had not yet learnt how downright friendly nudists were. For in the next minute, I could see Sabrina pointing at me, and although I could not hear her, it was obvious she was discussing me with the newcomers - and beckoning me to come over and be introduced.
I did what I called at the time, "the walk of shame". That is to say, I stood up, and walked the ten metres of lawn that separated me from the group, acutely conscious that they were all turned my way and were all looking at me expectantly.
I walked toward the group - 9 nude people - and fought down the butterflies in my tummy. A sudden comforting thought struck me: I was without doubt the youngest person there. Did that make a difference, I thought? A part of me said that, merely by being younger, I was better looking than all the others - but that was not true either. Everyone, I was coming to realise, is beautiful in their own way.
I reached the group and Sabrina introduced me to them one by one.
"This is Kasumi," she said. "It's her first time, so everyone be on their extra best behavior."
Each of the three couples introduced themselves to me, the women and the men leaning in to give me a european kiss on the cheek. The kisses were a little startling at first, particularly as most of them placed a hand on my shoulder as they did so, and there was skin on skin contact with these almost strangers. Mostly it was shoulders touching shoulders, or our collarbone areas touching - nothing outrageous, but it was another first for me. I'd later learn that many nudists think nothing of such a greeting and I must admit, it was friendly. Greg the single guy on the other hand, just shyly shook my hand.
They all made polite small talk, intended I supposed to make me feel at ease.
