My husband Daniel and I have been married for 5 years. We both turned 32 this past year. A few years ago, we created a vacation bucket list together. Cities, states, countries, attractions - we travel as often as our jobs allow, and we love trying new places and new experiences.
One of the items on our bucket list is a clothing optional resort. We researched many of the options in beach locations, but we were concerned that those might be a little too fast-paced and too expensive. We were looking for more of a nudist experience than a party and hook-up place. We found some intriguing options in the Midwest states, and settled on a five night stay at a sprawling resort not too far from us in rural Iowa. This resort offered cabins, campsites, and RV pads for nightly and weekly rentals.
Nervously, we drove onto the grounds. The security guard at the gate pointed us towards the registration area. Thankfully, he was clothed. We checked in, and were given an introductory tour of the grounds in a golf cart. Our tour guide was a very kind older man, who also happened to be buck naked.
I gulped when he stepped out of the cart to shake our hands. He had a typical older man's body: a bit of a belly, some wrinkles and loose skin, flowing gray hair, a very nice full-body tan, and a tiny penis. He introduced himself as James, and he did a great job of answering our questions throughout. He knew we were nervous first-timers, and he assured us that we would never be forced to take any clothes off. The resort was truly clothing-optional.
James was very clear about the three cardinal rules of their lifestyle at the resort: No staring; always have a towel with you to sit on; and no sex out in the open. He made it clear that it was not a sex-romp resort, but rather a "freedom from clothing experience."
My husband asked James if he ever worried about getting a hard-on looking at the naked women. James assured Daniel that it was perfectly normal to get an erection at times, but to just let it go down on its own. He also told Daniel that, since he was gay and had an old, wrinkled penis, the women were safe from causing him an erection.
James dropped us off at our cabin, and we took our things inside to unpack. Daniel suggested that we try the pool area for the afternoon. We covered our bodies with sunscreen, threw on some long t-shirts, and headed out. We both decided to dive right in to the nudist experience, and wore nothing underneath. With towels, books, and more lotion in hand, we walked over to the pool deck.
As we walked across the pool deck to a pair of open chaise lounges, I was a little nervous about being on display. No one seemed to bat an eye, though. This was normal for them. A few couples did say hello as we walked by. Once we spread out our towels, we looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and took off the t-shirts. We settled in to read and enjoy getting an all-over tan.