A bit of naturist evangelism (1)

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Well – where did these naturist stories come from?

Though he hasn’t been involved with naturist clubs, G Burnell has been to nudist beaches quite a few times.

The first time he came across one, it was by accident, while on holiday abroad. There were stunningly beautiful young women going in and out of the sea all day, as naked as the day they were born. He enjoyed this so much that he has frequented nudist beaches ever since.

Having written fiction in other genres, he decided to try his hand at naturist fiction recently – and was quite pleased with the result. And that was how it started.

A DAY AT MY CLUB

Kirstie had the day off today, and the sun was shining, so she decided to go to her Naturist club today, which was just half an hour on the train, then a short taxi ride.

She arrived there about 11.30, signed in and went and found a changing cubicle. She pulled off her dress, and took off her bra and panties. Just carrying her towel over her shoulder, she walked out of the cubicle, heading towards the pool.

She passed a young man coming in the opposite direction (still fully dressed). He was heading for the changing cubicles. She smiled at him. He looked a bit embarrassed. A newbie, she thought.

She carried on until she reached the side of the pool, and took a seat. It still being early, there weren’t that many people around yet, and most of them were much older than her (she was 26).

Also she was footloose and fancy free, having finished with her last boyfriend 6 weeks previously.

There wasn’t anyone in the pool yet.

Tom waved at her. He was a man who had got to know her a bit, having sat next to her in the club a couple of times. He was in his mid-forties. She waved back. She hoped he wouldn’t come over and start talking to her, as she didn’t feel like conversation at the moment.

Fortunately he didn’t.

Then a man, must have been about 30, came out of the changing area and immediately dived into the pool (naked of course). She looked on with interest.

He was a good swimmer, and seemed to have a good physique. He had dark brown hair, and was quite tall. Broad shouldered too. After a quarter of an hour he got out of the pool.

Kirstie caught his eye, and smiled at him. He smiled back, and called over to her, obviously admiring the view.

She said to him:

“Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before.”

“Yes I am,” he replied, “last Friday was my first day here.”

“Oh – I’m Kirstie. What’s your name?”

“Phil,“ he replied, “Mind if I join you?”

“Please do.”

He sat down beside her.

She did feel that he was looking at her a bit too intently for a few minutes, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Still, perhaps he was new to this kind of set-up – didn’t realise yet that that sort of behaviour was regarded as a bit unacceptable.

She said to him:

“Have you seen many naked women before?”

“Oh, well, you know, on the nudist beaches and that – quite a few. I’m a bit new to clubs like this though.”

“Yeah, I thought maybe you were. I expect you want someone to show you the ropes a bit? Perhaps I could help you there.”

“I’d be delighted if you did.”

“Rule number 1: Try not to get an erection when you see a woman – you know – showing her bits.”

“Yeah, I thought that was probably the case.”

“Rule number 2: Try not to make it too obvious that you are ‘looking’. Obviously you will look – because I can see that you are a red-blooded male. But just try not to make it too obvious.”

“Yeah, I see – that does make sense.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine,” Kirstie said.

Kirstie was thinking that she had better not make it too obvious that she was looking at him – as well. Because he did have quite an impressive physique.

“What do you do for a living?” she asked.

“I’m a video editor – we prepare film and video tape for the production of the final version of a film or television programme. We arrange shots, adjust and enhance the quality of pictures and add special effects.”

“I suppose, with a job like that, you went to university?”

“Yeah, I was at Southampton University.”

“Well, I’m an NVQ Assessor – in the town in which I live, which is Poole.”

“What does that involve?”

“We have to help and assess people who are completing NVQs in the workplace. We have to guide people through the qualifications and make sure that it’s being completed satisfactorily.”

“Have you got into Naturism since your time at Southampton University?” asked Kirstie.

“Yeah, since I was about 25. I’m 32 now.”

“Have you had any girlfriends who were also naturists?”

“No. The girlfriends I had weren’t interested. In fact it was only a couple that I actually told I was a naturist – and they weren’t interested. They wanted to keep their knickers on when they were in company.”

“Yeah, that’s quite common.”

“But you don’t mind then – men seeing what you’re made of, like?”

“No, I don’t mind. I’m not shy.”

“No, I can see that.”

“Do you go to the gym?” asked Kirstie.

“Yeah, I do actually.”

“Yeah, I thought so. You have quite an impressive physique.”

“Thank you. I’ve been going to the gym for 5 years – 3 times a week without fail.”

“I do go to the gym too – but I’m afraid I’m not so dedicated as you. And in my spare time I like to come here.”

“Do you come here often then?”

“Fairly often, yes.”

“Is it a good place for meeting boyfriends?”

“That’s a bit of a leading question, isn’t it? Actually I’ve only had 2 boyfriends who were naturists.”

“But you haven’t got a boyfriend at the moment, then?”

“No, I’m single.”

“I’m very surprised about that.”

“Oh – why do you say that?”

“Well, you’re very attractive, aren’t you – and as you say, you’re not shy.”

“Thank you – No, I’ve just not met the right man.”

“I suppose you’ll have to meet someone who doesn’t mind you being a naturist?”

“That’s right. It’s not that easy, you know. Most men get upset if another man even sees their girlfriend’s knickers.”

“Let alone their fanny. Yeah, I see what you mean.”

“Would you mind? If your girlfriend was a naturist?”

“I haven’t really thought about it – No, I don’t think I would, actually.”

“Just one thing.”

“Yes?”

“You’re beginning to look at me a bit too intently again – I did tell you that’s not really on.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“I’m going to go for a swim. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah – sounds like a good idea.”

So they both dived in, and came up laughing.

“It’s quite cold in here,” said Kirstie.

“Yeah, I don’t think they probably spend all that much on heating it. I wonder if it’s a profitable venture – running a place like this?”

“I expect so. Their membership fee is quite high.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Are you sporty? Swimming isn’t one of your sports, is it?” asked Kirstie.

“Not really. I play football sometimes, for a works team – not good enough to play professionally or anything.”

“No – I’m not much of a sports woman either.”

“What are your interests, then?”

“One of my interests is singing – I sing at karaokes, you know,” said Kirstie.

During this last conversation they had to raise their voices – being in the water.

“I’d like to come and hear you sing,” said Phil.

“Are you asking me out?”

“I suppose I am, yes. Let’s get out of this pool and dry ourselves off.”

Which they did.

“Well, in answer to your question,” said Kirstie, “I’d like you to take me out – and you can come and hear me sing too.”

They spent another hour together by the pool, before Phil said:

“Well I have to go now. I have an appointment to do with my work at 4.”

“Oh right.”

“Well then – your town is quite easy for me to get to – how about this pub evening where they have karaokes – how often is that?”

They arranged a time and place, then said their goodbyes – and got dressed.

TRYING A NEW CLUB

I saw an advert for a Naturist club that was fairly near to where I lived, and one Thursday during the summer months I thought I’d go there and give it a try. I took public transport for most of the way, and a taxi for the last part – so I wouldn’t get lost.

When I got there it was just approaching midday – and the sun was shining.

I went into the reception and asked if visitors were welcome. I was told that they were – that temporary membership for the day was £15, but I’d need I.D.. That was no problem as I had my driving licence. I asked them if they had a swimming pool. The man said that they had, and directed me to it.

I went there, and found the men’s changing rooms, and went inside. There was no-one else in there. I dis-robed – I had brought a towel, but no trunks – why would you need trunks in a nudist club?

I wrapped the towel round my waist and went outside to the pool area. There were sun-loungers round the perimeter of the pool. Most were vacant, but there were about half a dozen people sat on some of the sun-loungers – mostly middle-aged – 2 women and 4 men. There were also 3 people swimming in the pool. All these people were naked, though one of the women had a towel covering her front and you couldn’t see her ‘privates’.

I sat down in the middle of a row of 5 sun-loungers that were vacant, taking my towel off – though I did notice that there was a towel draped over a sun-lounger next to mine.

I took in the scenery. As I have implied there was one naked lady sitting on a sun-lounger about 25 yards away. She must have been about 50, I suppose. The naked men I wasn’t so interested in – me not being gay.

I watched the 3 people who were swimming, for a bit. There was one woman who looked fairly young – early 30s I thought, and 2 men, quite a bit older. I was not sure if they were ‘a group together’ or not.

After about 10 minutes the woman got out of the pool and walked towards me. She was naked, had blond hair and was sporting a Brazilian. She was attractive too. And she sat down on the sun-lounger next to mine, that had the towel on – I suppose I should have realised that that one wasn’t vacant.

She smiled at me.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” she said.

“No,” I replied, “I am only a temporary member – here for the day. It seems very nice.”

“Yes,” she replied, “it is.”

We were then silent for about 5 minutes. I knew it wasn’t good to stare, but I managed a few sideways glances, and took in her nakedness, which was very pleasing – very nice on the eye.

Then I said to her:

“Are you a more ‘permanent’ member than me?”

“Yes,” she said, “I have a year’s membership, though nothing much happens in the winter.”

She went on:

“I am married, actually, but my husband isn’t a naturist, so I come here on my own. Well, I enjoy it.”

“You seem to be a good swimmer,” I said.

“Yes, I have been a good swimmer since I was quite young. My parents made sure I learnt how to swim well. (Though they’re not very keen on me being a naturist, actually. My mother thinks that some things ought to be covered up [with knickers, obviously]).”

“Yeah, that’s quite a common opinion,” I said.

“I must admit I admire women who have the nerve to ‘let it all hang out’.”

“Thank you.”

“What’s your name, by the way? I’m John.”

“Sadie.”

“Well, nice to meet you – rather informally, shall we say.”

“Very.”

Then we were silent for a few minutes. Then I turned to her and said:

“Your husband must be an understanding sort of chap?”

“Oh yes, he is. He’s a Chartered Accountant, you know. And I only work part-time – that’s why I can come here, usually 2 afternoons a week, if the weather is nice.”

“Well I’m glad you could make it today. Quite often at places like this, people are a bit more ‘reserved’, you know.”

“Yes, I’ve heard. Anyway I think I’ll have another swim.”

With that, she got up, and walked towards the pool. This was the first time I had seen her rear. Very nice.

She dived in – quite a sight to behold – and I watched her swimming again for about half an hour. Then she got out of the pool and walked back to where I was again. She dried herself off with her towel, without bothering to hide anything. I got a thrill from that.

“I certainly chose the right seat to sit on today,” I said.

“Yes, looks like you did. Well, I think if you’re going to be a naturist, you should try to be friendly to those you meet who are around you – and not be too stand off-ish – if you know what I mean.”

“Quite agree. Not that many women are as generous as you, if I may say so.”

“No.”

“Well,” she said, ”I’ve been here since 11, it’s now nearly 3, and I must be getting home to prepare my husband’s tea, amongst other things. Very nice to meet you” – and she held out her hand.

“Nice to meet you too. Perhaps I’ll see you here again.”

“Oh yes, I’m here a couple of times a week, usually.”

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

[And she headed towards the Ladies changing rooms.]

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