[In this story you will meet people between forty and dirt. They participate in sex, oral, vaginal, anal and philosophical. They do it in pairs, groups and trios. The word 'love' is in this story as are disabilities. If any of that will bother you, perhaps you should read something else. Having been warned of the contents of this tale, please don't count these attributes against the story when you vote. Please vote and please comment. Tell me what you liked and what you didn't. Thanks for reading.]
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As the attendant filled my motorhome with gas I looked at my guides, searching for somewhere to camp for a few days that would be cheap.
A few minutes later the guy rapped on the side of my rig and I opened the window.
"That'll be $92.66. I notice you looking through your books. You lost?"
I handed over my credit card. "No, not lost, just looking for a nice cheap place to park for a few days."
"Is the "N" decal on your window yours?"
I nodded. He spoke again. "Then you're in luck. Take Kingston highway there about eight miles to the coast. At the coast go south two more miles and you'll see a sign for Sandy Shores. It's a private beach club. They give a discount to people who belong to the Naturist Society. The club is adults only."
"Right! That isn't a problem. All the kids I did have, have grown and gone. Wife's gone too."
He took my credit card to the shack and came back in two minutes. I thanked him and headed for Sandy Shores. As I drove I did some thinking.
It would be my first time at a clothing optional beach without my wife. Maybe I could find a friend or two here. Maybe.
Up ahead I saw a big sign, "SUPERMARKET." I pulled off the highway and stopped. I was inside for fifteen minutes, stocking up with food for four or five days and enough to share. Not even an hour after getting gas I turned down the access road to Sandy Shores. The road went straight for a quarter mile then turned to the right where I had to stop at the entrance gate shack. An older guy came out of the shack to meet me. He was wearing shorts and sandals and lots of white hair. I opened the driver's window and said hello.
"You been here before?"
"No. I guy at a gas station told me about your place. Since I am a Naturist, I figured this would be a good place to rest and hang out for a few days. Is that possible?"
"Can you show me your card?"
"Yes!" I got it out of my wallet and handed it over. He wrote some things on his clip board and handed it back.
"Anybody with you in there?"
"No, nobody in here or anywhere else."
"When you get inside turn left along the beach. There are forty empty spaces, they all have electricity, fresh water and sewer. The fee is $12 a day. How long you want to stay?"
"Here's $60. That'll cover me for five days. If I want to stay after that can I?"
"Just come back up here and give me more money."
"OK! Thanks. Perhaps I'll see you later."
The drive was short. I saw the clubhouse, the pool, and a snack bar just after I turned left. I drove the length of the road and looked at the forty identical camp sites. Half way there was another bathroom building. I parked three sites from the bathroom. Close enough to use and far enough so I was still in the quiet if others showed up. There were four rigs in the entire resort.
In fifteen minutes I was set up. Electricity, sewer, water and rig leveled. I got my bbq out and three chairs. With a diet Coke in hand I sat down to watch the ocean and think about what to make for supper. The sound of waves and a slight breeze were comforting and it wasn't long until I started to drift off. When a noise that was out of place woke me it was close to dark. I look around and saw four people walking my way. To be more accurate, three were walking the other was being pushed in a wheel chair.
As they approached they waved and I called out, "Come sit a spell if you'd like."
They accepted. They introduced themselves as Charlie, Alice, Bert and Sue. Charlie was in the wheelchair and sported a scar right down the center of his chest from collarbone to his penis. He looked about fifty. The woman who had been pushing him introduced herself as Sue. Tall. I'd say about five-ten and thin. Breasts that stuck out from her chest like two snow cone cups. They almost came to perfect points except for the blueberry nipples at the ends. She and Charlie were tanned and neither had any body hair. Both had short hair on their heads, his being shorter than hers. Her hair just was long enough and styled so it looked feminine athletic, to me anyway. They both had nice, friendly smiles.
Bert and Alice were a little younger. Both looked to be of average height, average weight, average everything. Friendly, but holding back a little. I pay attention to boobs so I should say that Alice was average, "B" cups, a little sag but her nipples still pointed out instead of down. She had an appendix scar and the line above her pubes that said, 'I've had a c-section.'
They filled me in on Sandy Shores. It was always pretty dead during the week but got busy on the weekends. The crowd was thirty something thru older than dirt. The weekends were about seventy percent couples and the rest were wives who drove the family rig out on Friday night and then got a cell phone call saying hubby had to work.
Sue said, "I wonder sometimes about those men who make that call. Are they working or playing?"
I wondered too. I offered drinks and they picked beer. I stayed with diet Coke. I almost always have the can in one of those rubber sleeves and everyone assumes I'm drinking beer. I asked, about an hour later if they had eaten. Sue said they had and she had plenty back at their place. She offered and Charlie told me I'd be nuts to turn Sue's cooking down.
We walked back to their bus. It was a converted Trailways bus, with a lift and all the comforts. Sue served me some lasagna that Tony Soprano would have loved. Charlie was right, she could cook! They had more beers. I begged off. We talked. They became the fast friends that happen when you are a vagabond. At about midnight the girls said they were going to the bathroom and they left. Charlie stayed and Bert went with the ladies.
"Nick, I have a favor to ask. I know it's early in our friendship, but we both like you. You aren't a drunk or an octopus. You show respect. I want you to befriend Sue. Really become her friend. In a day or so, hit on her."
"What?"
"Hit on her. I am a good husband in many ways and a terrible husband in others. One of the ways I'm not so good is in the sex department. Ever since my accident I have been unable to have an erection. She needs some lovin. She knows it's OK with me."
"I think this is quite sudden and a bit strange. Let me think about it. Sue is very attractive and I don't think I'll need to think too long."
We heard the sounds of the trio returning. They climbed into the bus and made the proper noises about going to their rig as Sue put the beer cans in the trash. I made my farewells too and we gave hugs all around. I followed Alice and Bert down the steps and out the door. They turned and went to the Fleetwood parked two spaces from the bus. I turned the other way and walked toward my Tioga.
It was very quiet as I walked. The sound of sand under my shoes and the surf off fifty yards from me were the only sounds. Then I heard a sound of other feet in the sand behind me. Sue's hand took mine and she looked up at me.
"Charlie told me about your conversation."
"And..."
"And, I would like to stay with you tonight, if that's OK with you."
"Are you sure? We've only just met."
