Part 4, Fantasy Fest
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"Here are your drinks; we are on the next van." It was becoming stimulating being among the company workers and nudists scurrying about. Studying them, I was surprised at the diversity of people who were entirely at ease nude; most males wore their excitement openly, my husband included.
Hardly anyone noticed a vanload of nudists as we traversed the streets of Port St. Lucie to the industrial district docks.
The Schooner was much smaller than it had appeared. Walking down the pier to the Calypso's berth, a group of dockside fishermen watched intently as we strolled by.
Welcome Aboard! Be careful as you make your way around; many obstacles lie around these old ships. Be sure to duck when you go below deck to clear the beam.
An ancient aroma permeated from the creaking oak planks as I crouched down and made my way through, investigating the sparse amenities. The bunking arrangements were indeed communal, scattered throughout the entire hold, slung with ropes from the ceiling; this was going to be interesting. The thirty-six-inch-wide frames, covered with two-inch-thick outdated bedding, looked relatively tiny for two adults. It made me appreciate the sailors who worked on ships like this.
"Bron, you and Jeannie can stay in one of those tiny bunks; I am much too claustrophobic to be confined here for very long."
"What are you going to do?"
"I haven't figured that out yet, but most likely will stay above deck."
I climbed back to the deck to get some fresh air as Bron and Jeannie ran off, exploring the rest of the ship. My anxiety began to calm considerably around the other guests as everyone began to orient themselves. I felt a strange, comforting sensation among other nudists. I also found it remarkable that most scurried about without anxiety or embarrassment. I have been living in a shell; these people love to be nude and are not concerned about who sees them.
As the last group was led aboard, I settled into one of the hammocks close to the bow. The view seemed much better from here; the salty breeze was comforting as it flowed around my exposed body.
"Oh, here you are. The ship is amazing; there is even an outside shower over there. We found the head too. So, what do you think?"
"I'm ready for another Margarita, dear; I bet Jeannie wants one too. Sit beside me while Bron refills our beverages. What's the head?"
"It's the toilet, a rather small one too. Mother, I am sooo excited we will be naked for two weeks; my hormones are buzzing."
"That's one of my worries. You be vigilant, and stay close to Bron! Also, watch out for the male crew members; they appeared to be quite interested in you as we boarded; even though you are eighteen, you are the youngest female here."
"Oh, stop worrying so much; we are on vacation. I saw the captain checking you out too. You are beautiful, and you have a great body for your age,"
"Well, thanks. I would expect that from my daughter."
"Did you notice the man with the nice mustache? His sure was large."
"Yes, I did, and it was indeed rather big."
"Here are your refills. Are we having a good time yet?"
"Bron, go grab my lotion, Jeannie and I need our bare skin protected."
"On the way!"
"I think he likes us being naked with him. He has been hard since we got here."
"I'm sure he does; he also likes being around all the young naked girls! Jeannie, keep your body covered in sunscreen, especially your tender, shaved area; the wind and sun on your bare skin will be brutal if it is not protected."
"I think it's wonderful to be with others who also like to be naked."
"I do like the freedom of being completely at ease in the company of others of like mind; it is rather relaxing not being the odd one out."
Before I knew it, the ship started easing away from its berth as I heard the captain's commands. Untie the bow line, pull the spring line taught, that's it. Now release the stern line. Pull the fenders. Mind the daysailer crossing the bow. Unfurl the Foresail and Genoa. I looked back to find Captain Dave at the helm spinning the ship's wheel and guiding us out of port.
Bron returned with the sunscreen momentarily. We stood grasping the ship's stiff lines, patiently facing the western mid-afternoon sun as he meticulously covered our bodies. Several female guests were keen to spot his soft subtle talents and watched intently as he thoroughly covered every inch of our naked bodies, spending memorable time on our tender areas.
The sea breeze felt invigorating on my freshly moisturized skin. The beverages' buzz, not to mention his soft touch roaming around my newly shaven privates in mixed company, turned out to be an excellent finish to a very early start. The vacation was starting to fit my idea of relaxation.
I'm Gloria, and this is my friend Kate.
"I'm Jane, my husband Bron, and this is my daughter Jeannie."
This is Kate's first time being naked. I wanted her to know how it felt to be naked for two weeks. It sure is exhilarating.
"Bron, would you get us another refill, please?"
"Be right back, ladies."
"I am relatively new to this also. My husband, who constantly runs around the house naked, sparked Jeannie's interest in nudity. After attempting to understand his proclivity and having my daughter naked before me, I decided to try it. I discovered I liked being nude and a few of the fringe benefits that come with it, so here we are, sailing for two weeks."
That's nice. He seems like a good man.
"He is helpful with her."
"Oh, yes. Mr. Bron is the best stepdad ever."
Would you mind if we.... borrowed... Mr. Bron. Our bodies are in desperate need of some lotion.
"Your drinks have arrived, ladies."
"Bron, your services have been requested; these ladies wish to know if you can put lotion on them. It's okay; go on, take your time."
We will return him as good as new, thanks.
Sending my husband off to apply lotion informed him I accepted his touching other nudists' bodies; I hope he felt the same; I fully anticipated having others touching me.
"It is nice that you agreed to have Mr. Bron rub those ladies with lotion."
"Oh, they will like it as much as he does. I would have never agreed to take this trip if I were uncomfortable with him touching someone. Remember, we also like others touching us."
Reaching open water, the crew rang the dinner bell. I was satisfied with the light sandwiches and fruit served; dining nude with everyone aboard was interesting. At dusk, I settled down with my fourth refill. The gentle rocking motion of the schooner and the steady sets of waves splashing a mist of salty spray about us was intoxicating as I lay comfortably in my hammock, sipping my tequila and passion.
Away from the suburban shore, the Milky Way lit up as I had never seen it. Most guests were milling about above deck, enjoying the view and experience of sailing, introducing themselves, and carrying on as if nudity was a regular part of their life. It was enthralling to stand inches away and converse with other guests about the stars and not feel self-conscience about being nude. The combination of the ship's motion, the sound of the waves, and the absence of motors running were hypnotizing; I had completely forgotten I had been nude since we left port.
Shortly after midnight, I decided to check on my husband and daughter. Circling the deck brought no results, so I peeked into the hold. The dim lighting revealed most of the bunks filled with naked bodies, sleeping. After looking closer, I finally spotted Jeannie in her bunk and Bron in the bunk beside her, both sound asleep, swinging gently with the ship. It was comforting knowing she was close to him. I slowly climbed back on deck and walked around, enjoying the nighttime views and calming silence. The night sky was gorgeous.
Were you having trouble sleeping? The synchronous motion of the ship rolling and pitching can be distracting.
