Father's Day
My daughter and her friends invited us fathers to a nudist camping event.
This story is part of a series named: Naked Alley. It is advised to read the series in the sequence of the stories. Part 1 is a long read. So if you want to get to the action asap, this might not be your thing.
As always, all persons have reached the age of 18 years or more since they were born.
Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may sometimes read as if you are listening to somebody from a foreign country. But thanks to oldnakeddad for editing and proofreading this story and making it more readable!
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"No, Dad, I'll drive today."
That's how I found myself sitting next to my daughter in her old, classic VW Beetle and I wondered how she had kept it running. I wondered how she had managed to get a lot of things done but, somehow, she always did. For one thing, she was never afraid to ask and for another, she had a lot of friends. So, I guessed she had a friend who took care of her Beetle.
That car suited her perfectly. A bit of a flower child herself, she didn't care about a lot of material things but the things she had were chosen very carefully.
I looked around in the car. Not very clean but not a complete mess either. Her hand-knitted handbag was on the backseat and apparently stuffed with a lot of things. Next to it was my backpack, empty in comparison, with only some towels and some other small things that she had asked me to take along.
It all started about an hour before, when she surprised her mom and me with a visit and, even more surprisingly, with the notice that today, Father's Day, she would take me on a surprise trip. The idea itself surprised us the most. Father's Day was never a big thing in our family and the children had long forgotten to do anything for it. So, after packing my backpack, we had gotten into her car and took off, leaving mom behind with all kinds of questions.
I had some questions of my own. Such as why, where to and why towels? I could imagine only two places where only towels were needed...a sauna or a nude beach. But I couldn't imagine being taken to either place by my twenty-three year old daughter! So, after a quarter of an hour of chit-chat, in which she clearly wasn't going to tell me where we were heading, I popped the question.
"So, Bibi, I really like surprises, especially when I receive them from you, but what is this all about? Are you going to tell me what we're going to do or will I have to wait to find out? And, why is it that, this year, you are giving me something on Father's Day?"
"Ok, Dad, I'll tell you. But, well, never mind, I'll just tell you. Just let me finish the whole story, ok?" she answered.
"Ok," I replied.
"I have this friend who started a small camp site a couple of years ago. It's not a big camp site and it's for members-only but, more importantly, it is a naturist camp site. A few weeks ago, I saw her and we spoke about how things were going. She mentioned that this year, nationwide, all 'naturist-camps' will have a Father's Day special.
All fathers are free to come in and get to know the camp. That's how we came up with the idea. I guess you know, by now, that I'm quite an 'open' person. I'm comfortable with who and what I am so you shouldn't be surprised that I've visited this camp site before, or for the matter, occasionally gone to nude beaches," she explained.
"Ha ha. So, nudity does run in the family after all! I'm glad to hear it!" I answered happily.
"You know, Dad, I still vaguely remember us going to the beach when we were very young and all being naked and playing naked in the sand. I guess it was a natural thing to stop it once we grew older but sometimes I regret stopping and wish we had been more comfortable with ourselves and our bodies as we grew up."
"I know, but it's like that. You grow and change and it all starts to be a bit confusing and awkward. I also sometimes regret that we were not able to guide you and your sister through those years without shame or awkwardness with your bodies. But then, we really should have been more like a 'naturist' family and you know how that is with mom," I told her, looking at her while she was driving.
"Yeah, I know, Dad. I know you still occasionally visit a nude beach, so you haven't given up yourself," she answered, her eyes on the road.
"No, I haven't and hopefully will not do so for a long time. But wait, how do you know?" I asked.
"Mom told me. She knows you're every step! Just kidding, but she told me and I saw you once, last year." She smiled, as if she knew more than that.
"Why didn't you step up and say hello? Too shy or embarrassed maybe?" I asked, surprised.
"Ha, maybe a little of both. I was there with two other friends and didn't want to point you out. I don't know why but you got noticed by them! They pointed you out and made some positive remarks about how a man can age and remain physically attractive. Ha ha! So, what do you think about that?"
"Ha ha! And you didn't dare tell them I was your old man?!" I laughingly got back to her.
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