Since my husband passed away a few years ago I haven't been in a significant relationship. It didn't find any joy in going through the process of finding a man, figuring out if I liked him, and if he liked me, and then determining what we both wanted from each other. My marriage with my husband had been fantastic. We got along well and raised two wonderful children. We had a great, although not wild, sex life. We were both very passionate, but not compulsive. We were a bit reserved. Still, we had sex in every room of the house, a few times outside on the back deck (how the neighbors didn't hear us is beyond me), and on a beach here and there while on vacation.
Burying myself in my job was my solution for me not having a man in my life. The hard work was paying off and I was making my way up the corporate food chain. I was being given increased responsibility and had just completed a major project. It was late spring and the summer was coming. I had been working 70 hour weeks, and my business associates were impressed. The project was a success and I needed some rest.
Right after the project was delivered, I agreed to meet my friend Hannah Friday after work for a quick bite and a couple of drinks. I had known Hannah since grade school. We shared everything, from first dates, to first sex, to getting married, to career strategies. She was a lot like me, but she had a zesty little streak in her that you couldn't tell she had by just meeting her. We both looked alike; tall, blond, thin, and with enough boobs and ass to fill out any party dress or bathing suit. When we sat together at the Friday happy hour we attracted plenty of looks from all ages of the male population. I say all ages of the male population because the attention was nice considering we were both 60, and "retirement" had become a new word in our conversations.
Hannah could see the toll all the work had taken on me and suggested I need a vacation. I told her I was in no mood to plan anything considering all the planning I had done on my project.
She pressed for me to do something, and said, "Listen Mary. You need an attitude adjustment activity; even a trip to a day spa would do you good."
I wasn't buying into any of it, and said, "Hannah, most of the spas around here are a waste of time and money. I go into them expecting a resort quality massage and instead come away with a hot shower and a pat down."
Hannah continued, "Mary, that's not true. The Forest has been rated as one of the best places to get a massage in the state. Look it up in City Living magazine."
I couldn't believe what she had just said, "Hannah you must be kidding me. The Forest? That nudist place? I know you can handle all that nudity stuff, but not me."
The Forest was a local nudist club. Unless someone told you about the place, it was almost impossible to know it existed. The club was about 20 miles out of town and sat on about 200 heavily wooded acres. They advertised from time to time as a health retreat. But once I heard that it was a nudist resort, I never took the place seriously.
Hannah went on, "Mary, listen to me. The place is very nice. You don't have to go onto the grounds. They have private indoor facilities where you can get a great massage and spa treatment. If they are not expecting many outside customers, they might let their guard down and you might see one or two naked people. But girl, you need the whole treatment, including eye candy, make that eye meat and butts candy!"
We both started to laugh. But Hannah couldn't stop. "Talking about eye candy, if you go there and you are lucky, um... well, let me say this. There is a lot of sex everywhere, guys and gals touching each other; even here at the pub. The difference is, at a place like The Forest, everyone is naked, which adds a little fuel to the touching that you might see. Besides, I would guess that a small percentage of the members are swingers." I told Hannah to stop talking, and that I wasn't going to go to "The Forest".
Hannah and I ate our finger food and relaxed with a few drinks. A number of the guys flirted with us which made me feel good. It was nice experiencing someone having a sexual interest in me.
Eventually Hannah told me she had to get home. Her husband was returning later that night from a 2 week overseas business trip and as she liked to say, "He's usually fully loaded when he returns from one of these trips, so I want to look good so he has no problem laying down the goods." We both laughed, although I have to admit my laugh had a hint of jealousy in it.
When I got home, I could still feel the effects of the male attention I had received earlier. Hannah was right; I had been working too hard. I did need an attitude changer.
I got on-line and started checking the ratings of all of the spas within 25 miles of my home. Rats! Hannah was right. The spa at The Forest had one of the highest ratings in the state. There was a link to their Website so I clicked on it. The place looked very nice judging from the photos. It had the feel of an old country club, all wood buildings painted dark green. There was also an earthy feel about the place. Even their Website was well done. It had an on-line reservation system so out of curiosity I checked to see if any time was available for the up coming Tuesday. The schedule for a massage was wide open. I hesitated for a bit. The place looked very legitimate, and as Hannah said, the massages for outsiders are done in a private room. Why not? I got my credit card out and picked a time for early in the afternoon. When I got my confirmation, I started to feel pretty good. I knew Hannah would be happy too.
The next day Hannah called to see if I got home alright and to fill me in on her husband's trip. I told her about my reservation. Hannah was thrilled. She said, "this will be the start of a new you."
She went on, "Now Mary, I know you are more measured than me. But if no one is there, they do have outdoor massages. It's great to lay outside with someone rubbing their hands up and down your body. Besides, it's like lying at the beach with your top undone. You'll have a towel over you and no one will see you."
As usual, Hannah went on and showed a bit of the devil in her. "Hopefully you will get a nice young male masseur. Nothing to worry about, I hear all of the masseur there are gay. Even the masseuses are gay. So don't be asking for a woman the way you usually do, unless you really do want an adventure." She laughed and then said, "You go girl! Feel like a woman!"
Tuesday came before I knew it. I got up early that morning and ran a few errands. I made my way over to The Forest just after lunch. There was just a small sign on a country road that said, "The Forest - Members and Guests Only." The security guard at the gate was nice, and said, "It's slow this time of the year; you're our only guest today."
As I drove to the main building I noticed another small sign that said, "Nudist may be encountered beyond this point." Well I guessed I really was at a nudist club.
The property was well kept, just like it showed on their Website. I parked my car, walked into the main building and found the check-in counter. A woman came out from the back office totally naked to meet me; it was the last thing I was expecting.
