Win A Weekend, Change Your Life
Sometimes taking a chance is a good thing:
It was Friday and I was looking forward to a long weekend with my wife at a Naturist resort near Palm Springs. Naturist is another word for nudist and we had won the weekend as a prize Julia had signed up for in a contest she didn't know what she was entering. She thought Naturist meant someone interested in nature and signed up online, expecting to take a chance on a weekend with birdwatchers.
When the call came announcing our prize, I answered the phone. A man told me we had won two nights, three all expense paid days at Pleasant Valley in Palm Springs. It included meals, lodging, and all the sun screen we could use. No clothes would be necessary except for the dance Saturday night. It seems nudists weren't allowed to touch with romantic music playing.
"You won," I told her when she came into the room. She had forgotten about the contest and was confused. "You don't even need to pack a bathing suit," I said with a grin. "You won two nights, three days at Pleasant Valley in Palm Springs. You know what Pleasant Valley is?" I asked.
She looked confused. "A vacation resort?" she said.
"Yes," I said. "For nudists."
"A naturist resort is not for nature lovers?" she asked.
"It is," I said. "People who like to be like Mother Nature," I said. "Without clothes," I added. "Naturist is another word for nudist. You won an all expense paid weekend at a nudist resort," I said.
"We don't have to go," she said.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I said. "To get the chance to smear sunscreen all over your naked body has to be worth something," I said. "It is only the human body," I said, mocking her oft said refrain. "And it won't cost us a thing."
"You really want to go?" she asked with a little hesitation.
"I think you'll like it," I said. "Lets go. We won't have to pack much," I said. "And it's free," I reminded her. "Food, lodging, and extras." She admitted that it did sound exciting, at least at that price.
"Okay," she said. "This will teach me to be more careful what I sign up for," she said.
"There will be a hot tub, a pool, tennis courts, massages, good food, and we can visit the town," I said. "It's clothing optional, so if you don't want to go nude, you can keep your clothes on."
"And be the only one dressed?" she said.
"Probably," I said.
"No way," she said. "That would be worse. I'll wear the uniform. Okay, I'll do it," she said. We called and made reservations, and wrote it on our calendar. They asked if it was our first time. When we said it was they offered us the chance to try it for a day, keeping our clothes on and seeing if it was for us. I told them that would not be necessary, that we had decided to try it and join in with the spirit of the resort, to be nude with the others and find out that way.
They welcomed us and said they hoped we enjoyed ourselves at their facilities. If we had questions, or requests, they said to be sure to ask them, that they wanted us to enjoy the resort and they would do all they could to assure that happened.
Not knowing how they would react the first time, we shuffled the kids off to the grandparents and loaded the car with mostly towels and umbrellas and not much clothing, had an early breakfast, and were on the road by eight. Palm Springs was about a four hour drive, so we figured to arrive about noon with gas stops, breaks for food and bathrooms, and normal traffic delays.
We pulled into Pleasant Valley at eleven forty-five, so we had made good time. Traffic was light, and stops were short. At the gate there was an intercom and we gave our names and our reservation number, the gate opened automatically and we drove to the parking area.
"Are you ready?" I asked Julia as we got out of the car. I began to undress, she looked at me and smiled, took a deep breath and began taking off your clothes as well.
"Are you the Carvers?" a voice said from behind us. I turned and saw two naked people approaching. A man and a woman without a stitch on but totally comfortable with that. "We are your hosts, Bill and Nancy Johnson, and it is our job to show you around, welcome you here, and see that your visit gets off to a good start," the man said.
"You must be Julia," the woman said. She took us to the pool area and introduced us to the couples around the deck. There was Martin and Andrea, from the Bay Area; Carol and Bob, and I thought about the movie; Lisa and Carl, from LA; and Phil and Cathy, from San Bernardino. Andrea told us some couples were meeting at their trailer for a potluck lunch and invited us to come.
"We have nothing to bring," Julia said.
"There is a salad bar at the restaurant. You can get something there," Andrea said. She told us where their trailer was and people started asking questions about our family: where we were from, our history with nudism, what our careers were, whether we had children. Everyone was really friendly and easy to talk to.
Cathy asked why we didn't bring the kids. We explained we weren't sure what their reaction would be. "Kids love it here," Carole said. "I think it is easier for them than it is for us older folks," she said. Many of the mothers agreed.
At lunch time we went to their trailer and joined the party.
Andrea led us in and around to their patio where the other couples sat around on lounge chairs. There was a large table set up in the middle with dozens of plates and bowls of food. We placed ours on the table and went to find seats around the other nude people sitting around Andrea and Martin's patio.
Being naked with those people was simply no problem at all. The general discussion was about how much they all liked being nudists. Carol and Bob had been nudists since they were kids, and most of the others had joined after an accidental encounter with nudists or happening on a nude beach and liking it.
"How did you guys end up here?" Lisa asked.
