I have been a nudist my entire life, and have loved living it. There is no greater freedom than walking outside and feeling the warmth of the sun over every single portion of your body. It revitalizes you and keeps you in tune with all of nature around you. I had dreamed of finding someone else to share this life with, but wasn't sure how to go about doing it. So I decided to try online dating, just to see where it would go.
I posted my profile on a couple different free websites, always making sure that my love for nudity was presented front and center. I kept at it for what must have been three or four months before I finally found someone who also said she was into nudism and we started to chat.
Emma lives about an hour and a half north of me so I knew right away it was going to be difficult to sustain any type of relationship-if it was to grow into one. She was also 10 years younger than I am. I had been in a previous relationship with such an age gap and it did indeed make a difference, so much so that it was one of the main reasons that relationship ended. So although curious as to what was going to happen, I was very leery at the same time.
After talking for about a month we finally agreed to meet. I was surprised when she suggested I come up to her place and she would cook dinner for us. We agreed to meet that Saturday at two o'clock which was good for both of us as our kids were at each other's parent for weekend visitation. So that Saturday I made the trek north, and just a couple minutes past two I pulled into her driveway.
She lived on the corner of a small neighborhood, a two story brick house that appeared like a one story in the front but was clearly a two story from the back. There was a small creek that ran behind the house that you could tell would overflow if it rained to heavily. I parked my car next to hers and walked up to the door.
She must have seen me pull up because as I approached the front step she opened the door. She smiled and said I look just like my photo and was glad I hadn't lied about that. She stepped to the side and invited me in.
Emma was wearing a white plush robe, and as she stared walking to the kitchen she slid it off and laid it on one of the kitchen chairs and just like that she was naked in front of me. I was a bit astonished that things would evolve so quickly but decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth. I asked if I could join her in disrobing, and she said of course, and told me to fold my clothes and put them on one of the chairs in the living room. I am not sure what it was, but something about the way she talked gave me a bad feeling. Maybe it was nerves, but I definitely felt something.
I had brought a few drinks with me that she had requested and we sat at the table and started to talk. She was working on preparing some food while we talked, and we started to get comfortable with each other. Since we have already been talking for a while our conversation flowed pretty smoothly, and time passed quickly. She took a couple steaks out of the refrigerator and asked me to go on the patio and light the grill.
The patio was just off the living room, through sliding glass door. I pushed it open and walked through, seeing the grill just off to my right. I started it with no problems and stood there admiring the view. Emma came out with the steaks and put them on the grill and came and stood next to me. She told me how she loved the relative solitude she had back here, and often came out here to sun. I told her I understood as I could just feel nature all around us, and I was kind of jealous, I wished I had this private a back yard. We continued to talk until dinner was done, and carried the steaks back inside.
The night ended about 9pm, and as I got dressed to leave she said she was glad we had met. She couldn't believe how comfortable she was around me, but maybe next time we met we could go do something. I told her I also had a good time, but didn't tell her about that little nagging feeling inside me, and agreed to keep talking and see what happened.
Driving home, I thought about the day and wondered what it was that was bothering me. I suddenly realized that it wasn't one big thing that struck me, it was a bunch of little things that led to one big one. I realized she liked to be in control, almost to the point of being freakish. She did it in a way that almost covered it up, but you never quite could. I thought of little things throughout the day and smiled as I connected the dots. I knew we weren't compatible then, I couldn't stand to be controlled in that way. But at least I knew, and maybe we could remain friends.
A couple weeks passed by and we had talked on and off. Eventually we talked about our get together and we agreed that we both felt we weren't compatible in a relationship sense, but could be friends. She wanted to explore more of her nudity and was comfortable and secure enough around me that she asked if we could do some things together. I asked her what she had in mind, and she said there is a car show going on next weekend at a nude resort, and since we didn't have our kids that weekend would I like to go with her? I am not a car nut, but appreciate the beauty of older cars, so I said it sounds like fun. She said she had all the camping gear we would need so not to worry about anything. She gave me a couple things to pick up and we agreed to meet Friday night after the kids left.
That Friday I pulled into her driveway, and she had her car already packed. I added the items she had requested I pick up into the trunk and we left for the two and a half hour drive. Our realization of our non attraction made it easier for us, and there wasn't much tension on the trip, just an excitement to be nude until Sunday.
We drove through the gate and up to the shack that served as a type of gate house. We got out and immediately took off our clothes, folded them and placed them on the backseat. I took my wallet in and we went inside to register and I paid the fee for us to get in. We were assigned a camping spot, given a map, and told to enjoy the weekend.
We drove to our spot, and looked around. I had been to two previous nudist camps and this one wasn't much different. Everyone was basically my age or older, Emma looked to be one of the younger ones there. I glanced at her as we sent up the tent and smiled, wondering if she was going to get hit on this weekend and how she would take it.