The Nudist Camp
And a wannabe Gerhard Riebicke
Dave, Suzi and Muriel have appeared in my other "Dave" stories. I've changed the title to freshen it up a bit and take it in a new direction. I've tried to provide background within the narrative of this story, but if you'd like to read the others, please do. Feedback, suggestion and votes always welcome.
Thanks to DominaDearest for proof reading the original and adding her bit of magic, very much appreciated x
"She's such a tart!"
"Who, what?" Said Suzi, not really listening and barely lifting her head from her phone.
"Muriel. The builders have arrived to renovate the old shower block and I can see four of them in hard hats and high-vis jackets and Muriel's just stood there in her birthday suit, naked as the day she was born, chatting away."
Suzi swiveled in her chair and looked over her shoulder. "Looks like fun." She said, turning back with a cheeky grin on her face.
We were sat on the deck of our cabin waiting for our daily 'team meeting'. If it were warm enough we would be naked but today I had on shorts and a light sweatshirt, Suzi wearing dungarees and a tee-shirt. Muriel always went for a nude early morning walk, covering herself with a blanket if needs be when she sat down for coffee with us.
It had been two weeks since the village fete and Suzi and Muriel's 'Lady Godiva' double act had gained not only local headlines but had even made some of the nationals. This combined with the favorable article in H&E naturist magazine and a spell of fine weather meant that we had been inundated with enquiries and bookings. It was still early in the season but some weekends were already fully booked, hence the renovation of the shower block so that guest could come and camp if they wanted to. The shower block like much of the camp had become very run down; Muriel and her late husband Jim unable to keep up with it.
On Mondays a couple of ladies from the village would come and help clean the chalets but other than that it was just the three of us, me doing mainly grounds work, minor repairs, mowing, cleaning the pools etc and Suzi and Muriel looking after everything else. We were very busy but loving the challenge and loving the life style.
"She wouldn't, would she?" I spoke to myself.
"Wouldn't what?"
"Well Muriel has just walked off towards the big old barn, arm in arm with two of the builders."
"I don't think she would but if she does good luck to her." Suzi said, getting up and coming and sitting beside me so she could see what was going on.
Muriel was now out of sight and Suzi lost interest, going back to her phone instead. I however was on high alert, feeling protective of Muriel and maybe a bit jealous of the builders.
"Well if they did they didn't last long." I said fifteen minutes later as Muriel came jauntily towards us with a big smile on her face, Suzi digging me in the ribs.
"Morning you two, it's a fresh one this morning."
"Morning Muriel, come and sit down, I'll put on some fresh coffee."
I couldn't help smirking a little as I said, "I see you met the builders."
"Yes lovely chaps, very efficient, they say they should be finished in three days."
"Well I hope you didn't distract them too much from their work." Suzi said, returning with the coffee.
Muriel laughed, "Maybe just a little, you should've seen their faces when I came around the corner and stood in front of them, they know this is a nudist camp but I don't think they expected me to be so bold." She took a sip of her coffee "That's lovely, good and strong, thank you." After a moment she continued, "I know I'm use to being naked but I have to tell you that having four new pairs of eyes on me gives me such a thrill, makes me feel all tingly and alive. I have big nipples anyway but the chill weather and their stares made them harder and bigger than ever, the poor boys were mesmerized, I'm such a tart" We all laughed and agreed.
My nosiness finally got the better of me "I see you went for a walk with two of them."
Suzi gave me a sharp look but I knew she was as nosy as me, Muriel's face lit up with a knowing look, her eyes seemingly twinkling as she looked at the two of us. With a silly, almost bimboish voice she said, "Well my pussy so was so wet I just had to take those two hunks and suck them and fuck them for all they were worth."
I think a bit of both of us knew she was joking but as we sat there open mouthed I was the first to break.
"Did you?"
"No of course I didn't silly, I might be an exhibitionist tart but I'm not a complete slag, well, not most of the time anyway."
She knew we wanted more gossip but decided to string us along for a bit.
"I wanted to show them my crack." She left this hang in the air a moment as we all smiled "You know, the one in the wall of the barn not the one between my legs."
"I wouldn't put that past you either, tart." Suzi said
"Takes one to know one." Muriel beamed.
"I know, I'm getting turned on listening to you and when I saw you standing in front of them flashing your tits and fanny I felt I was missing out on something."
"I think if you went over there naked Suzi, they'd definitely get no work done." Muriel said and we all laughed.
"Shall I tell you what our little walk was actually all about?"
"Please do." We both said.
"Well they're actually a family of builders, Bill and his three sons. The youngest is James and only him and his dad were able to even look at my face, after a few minutes anyway. The other two ignoramuses could only stare at my tits and snatch the whole time I was there. I was explaining to Bill that I had always wanted to convert the barn into a clubhouse and bar area but never thought it would be viable. But what with the vavavoom you two have put into me and into this place I think we might manage it. Anyway I asked him would he have a look at the barn and come up with a price for the conversion. He said he could look at it now and get back to me by the end of the week. James said he loved photography and taking pictures of old buildings and factories and did I mind if he came and had a look also. His two idiot brothers mocked him for this which is why I put my arms through the two of theirs and marched them to the barn, I think I might have wiggled my arse a bit as we were walking, to show them what they were missing out on."
We were smiling at her, her enthusiasm for the camp and her ballsiness and attitude were enthralling and infectious.
"What did they think of the barn?"
"Well, whilst Bill walked around having a good look, me and James stood talking. It's a bit surreal and refreshing being stood naked talking to a rather handsome young man who's more enthused about old pieces of farm machinery and the way the light shines through than he is my tits and bum. I found him charming and felt a kindred spirit. He told me he had just finished an engineering course but was much more interested in photography than he was in building. Then he mentioned the work of Gerhard Riebicke and my heart nearly missed a beat."
We both looked at each other then at Muriel, wanting her to continue and neither of us having ever heard of this Riebicke
"Then his father came back and started talking about the barn so our conversation finished but I said I'd pop along later and see how their getting on, hopefully I'll talk to James some more then."
"He sounds like a nice chap, but who's this Gerhard Riebicke and what did Bill say about the barn?" Suzi asked, sounding a little exasperated at Muriel's story telling.
"Sorry dear I keep going off at tangents, Bill said the barn looked structurally sound and the project was doable, although maybe quite expensive as it's an empty shell, he'll let me know. Riebicke was a German photographer working in the early part of the last century; he was part of the free body culture movement. He's famous for his nude photos of people playing sport and dancing or sunbathing."
