Greetings from Georgia. My name is Rick. I'm a local attorney, madly in love with my nudist girl friend Hanna. She recently took me to Serendipity. It is near Helen, Georgia, where Hanna grew up.
Before I met Hanna, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, I was in bad shape. I was an addict.
To put it in a nutshell--I was addicted to skin. I was going to see strippers five-nights-a-week. The cost was adding up quickly, I was making good money as a lawyer by then.
Several years ago, I went to a nude resort in Dawsonville, Georgia. A lot of you NASCAR fans have no doubt heard of the town. Remember Awesome Bill? The resort is about an hour north of Atlanta, just off Georgia 400, as I remember it.
The resort is back in the woods, as are most nudist places down south.
It is like you are on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, then you come upon an unexpected gem, a nudist resort, where hundreds of people are laying out enjoying the sun, enjoying themselves, and enjoying the naked company they either brought there or met there.
The resort has gone through some name changes over the years, but one time we had a nude 5k up there, which was great fun, even though I brought up the rear, so-to-speak. Seems like a pregnant woman beat me to the finish line, as did about everyone else.
But bringing up the rear also meant I saw some beautiful rear-ends. The lovely females in the race were in shape, they had great asses, great bods, and shaved pussies. It was like going to Heaven before you die.
The great thing about the nude 5k was not only the sights and sounds there. At the half-way point, some women at a refreshment stand gave us water. Then, a 21-year-old gal grabbed me, hugged me and kissed me. Loved it. It was great because it was unexpected, and because I was naked. Or nekkid, as the great Georgia-born syndicated writer Lewis Grizzard used to say.
Ol' Lewis said naked means you ain't got no clothes on and nekkid means you are nude and up to something, too.
The unexpected kiss on the mouth gave me a hard-on in front of the other nude 5k runners, but it was fun. I did not give a shit about my stiff dick, maybe some lady would get a good laugh. I am not exactly God's gift to women. Brave nudist, though.
I played nude volleyball with many of the gals from the race later. It was good because it seemed like the best-looking nude females were across the volleyball net on the other team. They were, shall we say distracting, but our team did not care. We did our best to beat them, nonetheless. I was bushed after the games. A lot of the females were also bushed. A few were shaved, and most had the ever-popular landing strip.
It is ironic that after going to a nudist resort early in my 20s on kind of a lark, I later ended up with Hanna, a nudist since she was in junior college. Guess we were meant to be. We had a lot in common. Best of all, she accepted me for who I was, in spite of how small (5-inches) I was down there.
When I went through my divorce from Mildred well before I knew Hanna, becoming a nudist was a salve to my wounds of the heart. It made me forget about my failed marriage. I instead enjoyed myself and the new lifestyle I'd only dreamed of before. Now I was living the nudist dream.
As you all might remember from one of my other stories, I worked summers through college and law school along side my Dad's construction crew. My father, Ralph worked around Lake Lanier. His work crew loved going to see the strippers in Toccoa, Georgia, perhaps more than I did. But I had a serious stripper and porn addiction, they just wanted to see "something naked," as Atlanta comedian Jeff Foxworthy used to say.
I don't know if my Dad's crew members had a foot fetish as bad as mine, but they loved their beer and strippers on the weekends. That's for damn sure.
After I met Hanna, I had the best of both worlds, an attractive woman I loved, who loved skin and oral sex as much as I did. Shaved oral sex, to be specific. So much better that way.
Thank the good Lord I met Miss Hanna when I did. I learned to refocus my skin addiction on one special person, instead of just anyone who came along. Hanna is what we Braves fans would call a 5-tool player. A woman who is hot, who is nice to others, who does everything well.
Before Hanna, I went to Paradise Lakes resort once and I was out-of-control. Then I ran into a wild woman, who was just as bad as I was, maybe worse. Seems the nudist club had threatened to throw her out for having sex in the hot tub with men she just met. That is a big no no, especially if other nudists are around. This crazy woman loved to have sex in front of lots of men who lined the walls in the hot tub room to see the nympho in action. The large audience turned her on, big time.
I did not know all this when I met her, but learned it later. On the surface, it sounded pretty good.
Her name was Mona, which suited her personality. Loved to moan and she was very loud. Known as a screamer.
I go into the hot tub room. She is in there alone and is very friendly and sexy, right-off-the-bat. She said, "can you rub my back?" I gave her a sexual back rub for about 15 minutes. Then I got real close, and my hard dick touched her great tanned ass cheeks. I wanted to gauge her reaction to sexual touching. Kind of scared her, at first. She thought I was going to fuck the shit out of her. She liked my bravery though. We were total nude strangers then. Something highly erotic about that in and of itself. The wild sex with a stranger fantasy, I guess. But it was a real possibility, not a fantasy.
I spent the next two hours hanging around her at the big resort pool, getting drunk on a six pack of Killians she brought.
Finally--Mona made her move. She asked me to go back to her trailer for sex. Said I was not going to need a hotel room that night if I played my cards right with her. I was from out-of-town, but this Georgia peach was fuzzy and ready for some serious loving.
