Kayaker's First Time To A Nudist Club - Sex Stories

Kayaker's First Time To A Nudist Club

... anywhere. Skip ahead two weeks: A text message came through from R that I will never forget; it read as follows: 'Please check your email. I sent you an email that was very difficult for me to write. If the answer is no I understand and we can simply drop this now never speaking of it again. I do not want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship and understand this may be an embarrassing situation for you, but this is equally embarrassing and difficult for me.' As soon as I got home I checked my email and read a fairly long email from R. In a nutshell it first asked about my relationship with Julie. The second part was R explaining to me that she wanted to go to the nudist club, but was not brave enough to go alone. She explained this was a bucket-list item for her, but that if I couldn’t go with her that she understood and wanted to drop the subject for good. I replied to R that Julie and I were no longer seeing each other, and we were not serious in the first place when we were together. I told her that I did have some concern about us going together and just didn’t want the experience to be weird or ruin our friendship. In reality I wanted very much to take her to the club, but tried to play it as cool as I could and appear uninterested. Her reply was short and to the point. She agreed about not letting it come between our friendship and also said she wanted to go ASAP, before getting cold feet and backing out. We agreed to go this upcoming weekend, which ws only ...

... about three days away at this point. Saturday rolled around and I picked R up at her townhome. She seemed quite nervous and a little bit fidgety, but I didn’t say anything to point it out. R was dressed casual, in khaki shorts, a T shirt, and her nerdy Chaco sandals she wore while kayaking. We loaded up towels and sun screen and then made small talk on the hour and a half drive to the club. We stopped for a quick lunch before driving the last half hour or so to the club. Upon reaching the long dirt road leading to the club neither of us spoke. I asked R if she was okay. Her reply was something to effect of, "I can't believe I'm actually going through with this, but I guess it's too late to back out now." I said, "We can turn around, I don't want you to go if you are not comfortable." "No, if we turn around I probably will never do this." With that I kept driving, and we soon approached the gate and buzzer. I rang the buzzer and a lady came over the microphone. After saying who we were she opened the automatic gate and we drove through on the gravel road. R looked all around through the protection of the tinted windows of my truck. There were nude people everywhere of all ages, shapes and sizes, equal numbers of men and women. I parked the truck in a spot close to the office and we walked fully-clothed across the parking lot to the office to register. The night prior to this I was unsure if I should shave my pubic area or not; I had R pegged as a modern day hippie and was certain ...