My nudist aunt ... by Jeff (12)

    "Jeff, would you mind if I leave you with Aunt Esther for the week?" 
    I never spent much time with Aunt Esther outside of family gatherings, but mom often referred to her as her "crazy sister."
   "Why mom, what's up?"
    "Well, your father is off on a long sales trip, and something has come up with work, and I have to be away. I can't leave you alone, and this is important to me."
    I really didn't know how to answer.  Then she said the magic word.
    "She mentioned something about camping."
    It sounded more like a bribe than anything else, but I knew it meant a lot for mom.  Besides, I really didn't know my aunt all that well, and our family circle was quite small, so why not.
    Mom was grateful for that, and said Esther would pick me up in the morning.  Mom also said she would pack some clothes for me to bring along for the week.  She also asked me to be understanding of Esther. Sometimes she does crazy stuff, but means no harm.  I didn't know what that meant, but promised I'd have a good time with my aunt.
    Aunt Esther arrived the next morning around nine.  She was wearing a red tank top and long wraparound skirt.  "Hi Aunt Esther," I said.
      "Hi Jeff, are you ready for an exciting week?"
     "I guess so," I smiled back.
    Mom gave Esther a paper with phone numbers if she had to get in touch, told her to take good care of me, then gave me a big hug, told me to listen to my aunt, and the next you knew, we were off.
    As I carried the two gym bags to the car Aunt Esther told me that mom probably packed way too much stuff.  "We'll lighten it up later when we get to my place." 
     "Where are we going?" I asked. 
    "Well, you know my friend Peter, and you've heard me talk about my friends Diane and Joe.  We'll we're going to an all-day pool party at their house.  You'll get to know them and their children, and some of the other people we'll be camping with.  In the morning, well be heading to the camp grounds with them." 
    It wasn't long before Aunt Esther pulled up in front of her friend's place.
    There were several cars in the driveway and in front of the house.
    When we got out she opened the trunk and pulled out a beach bag, then closed it and took my hand as we walked up to the door.
    All this time, it never dawned on me that I never took my bathing suit.
    Then Aunt Esther did something strange.  She just didn't ring the doorbell once or twice, it was more like a code (short, short, long, short).   Then it appeared someone was looking through the peephole, and the door opened.  
   A women wearing just a black tee shirt let us in and quickly closed the door.  She shot us a warm smile, and you could practically see her nipples through the shirt.
   The woman and Auntie Esther hugged, and then the woman said "this must be your nephew Jeffrey" and gave me a big smile and extended her hand.
    "It's nice to finally meet you, your aunt has told us a lot about you."
    Just then, a naked boy my age came in the hallway.  He looked at me and my aunt and came up to me and said "You must be Jeffrey."
   I couldn't believe this boy is standing in front of me naked, talking to me without a care in the world, and his mom and my aunt there. 
   But then it got really weird when a naked women came in from the kitchen and said "Diane, where do I find the napkins for the table."
    I had seen naked boys and men before in the change room, but never a naked woman. 
    "Above the sink," answered Diane, without a care in the world.
    Then my aunt looked at me and said "shall we get our clothes off and join the party!"
    While she was talking, Mrs. Dixon removed her tee shirt.  She wasn't even wearing underwear.
    Then Aunt Esther whispered in my ear, "Jeffrey, it's not polite to stare."
    My aunt quickly removed her top. Her breasts were almost in my face. 
     "Jeffrey, the faster you remove your clothes, the easier it will be."
      Then she took off her skirt and removed her underwear.
     "Come on Jeff", she smiled, "I want to get in the pool, and you're holding me up."
      I didn't know from her tone if she was angry or making a joke about me still being dressed, so I quickly removed all my clothes and handed them to her.
      Then she said in a more friendly tone "that's much better. We'll put our clothes on that chair."

     It felt strange as we walked over. I had never been naked before with people, except in the shower at the pool. And here I was naked with women. Real women.  Breasts.  And other private parts with and without hair.  And no one cared. No one peeked or stared at my penis.

   Then I felt a reassuring hand on mine. Aunt Esther's. "Are you feeling better now, Jeffrey."
    There was a pause.
     "Yes, although it's strange being around so many people without any clothes on."
    "Well Jeff, there's nothing unnatural about it."
    I couldn't believe when we walked out back to the pool, there were about a dozen naked adults and several naked children milling about. 
    We set our towels on lawn chairs and then Aunt Esther asked if I'd like to go in the pool first, or be introduced to the other kids.
    As she asked, two boys and two girls came over and introduced themselves, and asked if I'd like to swim with them.
    "Go on," said Aunt Esther, "I'll be here if you need me."
     The rest of the day was fantastic. I made lots of new friends my age, met Aunt Esther's close friends, and all this time, everyone was naked without a care in the world.
 It was great spending the day naked, swimming, and running around with my new friends.
  
 
 We even had a barbeque. That's me beside her in the line.

    Being naked, or a nudist, as Aunt Esther said, is all in the mind.
    The rest of the day was fantastic, and being a nudist seemed so natural.  I mean, we were all the same without clothes whether we were swimming, playing or just talking.  Of course, being a first-timer, Aunt Esther had to constantly make sure I had on sun screen so I wouldn't burn my former private parts my first time out. And if I was lying one the lawn chair with my aunt, she would often joke that I should roll over, like the chickens in the barbeque so I can tan evenly!
    When we were packing up, my new friends came over and said they'd see me tomorrow at the club.  I didn't know what they were talking about, until Aunt Esther said we would be spending the week camping out at the nudist club they belong to, where there would be more kids my age, and more things to do, like playing volleyball, swimming in a lake, canoeing, and hiking. And we would have a bonfire most nights.

    I couldn't believe I would be spending an entire week as a nudist. 

   Aunt Esther also surprised me when she said many of the people from the club and their children would be taking a naked boat ride to a small island later in the week. That was such a fantastic day.  We had to dress when we left the club to drive to the pier to the boat.  We were still wearing our clothes when the boat pulled out, but once we were far enough from shore everyone quickly removed their clothes.  The boat ride was fun, and we had a barbeque on the island.   I'm even in one of the pictures from that trip in a nudist magazine.
   
    Actually, I would be spending a lot more time being a nudist, as Aunt Esther and her friend Peter started taking me to their club every weekend.

My nudist family ... by Dan (15)

  Chances are, if you've looked at a nudist magazine from the very late 1950's or early 1960's, you would have read about, or most likely seen pictures of my family. 
We are the ones holding the trophies.  We're in the pool, around the picnic tables or campfires, shaking hands, or making small talk. And of course, we're naked all the time.

  That's me and my sister Katy (16) in the middle, with mom and dad at our sides, and my younger brother Ryan (8) and sister Maggie (5) at the end. 
     There are lots of photos of our family in nudist magazines from that era.
     You would know them if you've ever looked at a real nudist magazine, not the phony ones with staged pictures of four or five naked grownups posing around a backyard pool (most of them wearing sunglasses), or in a living room.  

     Many of the pictures in the real nudist magazines from that era were taken at the Sunny Bares Nudist Club. 

     Of course, it wasn't just the six of us who are in the pictures. For the most part, it was a good portion of our family, aunts, uncles, cousins, and long-time club members who are indeed like family.

   All of my grandparents were members since day one. They were among the founders of the Sunny Bares Nudist Club. That's where my dad and mom obviously first met, as little kids. So most of my aunts, uncles and cousins are nudists as well. In fact, all my aunts and uncles practically grew up at the club, just like my generation.

  

   My last remaining grandmother is in a lot of the pictures you'll see in magazines. 

   Here she is with my grandfather and my cousins Sara (16) and Frank (19), with Ryan and Maggie in the front.  I'll show you other pictures of my trailblazing grandmother later.   

   But as you can see, we've always been nudists. We've been nudists since we were born. I didn't even know what a bathing suit was until I was six, and was invited to a friend's pool party. Mom gave me the bathing suit before I went, and she told me I would have to wear it in the pool, because that's how other people swim. Katy also learned about bathing suits much the same way. Both of us hated wearing them, and felt weird the times we had to.
  Each weekend and all summer, our entire family makes our home at Sunny Bares, where we have cottages, or large trailers. That means mom, and the other moms there, rarely have to wash clothes!
  Some of my older cousins like Fern (20), Steve (21) and Angela (20), who like I said, have been nudists since they were born, even bring their friends to the club.

 In several cases, where they were in their mid-teens, some even brought their boyfriends or girlfriends.
  Angela, with her glasses, is probably the last person people would think of as being a nudist. As our oldest cousins in age and distance from our house, we always looked up, and were close to Angela, Fern and Steve. We also knew their pictures were used in the club nudist magazine, and Katy and I wondered when it would ever be our turn. We didn't realize that day was approaching soon.
  My four grandparents helped start Sunny Bares. The two families, and five other founding families bought what was then a just a large secluded piece of land with a small pond and not much else.  Mom says she always remembered as a kid when the pool was under construction. She says every day they drove to the club she would ask "is the swimming pool finished?"  
   Mom said back then when she was my age the family had to keep their nudist activities a strict secret from even their closest friends. Now, she says with times changing, she's not as fearful about others knowing they are nudists.
     Just like us, she and her brother and three sisters have never known not being a nudist.   
   None of my friends at school know we are nudists. Ditto for Katy, and especially my younger brother and sister, Ryan and Maggie, although I don't think their friends would care. At least, that was the way it was when I was their age.
   I imagine many of the people I hang out with at school would pee in their pants if they discovered Katy and I spend our entire weekends and summers naked with our family and friends, both men and women. I could just image what they would think. Katy felt the same way.
   Mom says she felt that way too when she was my age, especially with nudists clubs being taboo. 
   While we both have great friends at school and in the community, our best and nearest friends are at the club. Sometimes we even get together with our nudist friends at their homes during the week. If we're indoors, we take our clothes off, but if we go to the backyard to BBQ, we'll wear clothes, unless the yard has a privacy wall to block the neighbors. Fortunately, our house has such a wall, and so do two of our aunts, so we're in the nude in our backyards, or have parties at their homes during the week.

    Often it's hard to explain to our friends outside the club why we're never around on the weekend. I know it sounds like a lie, but we always get together with our cousins on the weekend. 

  Often when Katy or I are at school and change for gym or are in the showers we always wonder when someone might notice that we are tanned all over.  I suspect it's something the girls would notice first, but Katy says she's never been asked. 

   Mom often tells us that was a problem she often had to deal with while growing up. Her sister, our Aunt Elizabeth always had a ready answer when she was growing up to any inquisitive friends who asked about her lack of tan lines. If anyone asked why she was tanned all over, she would answer, "it's not a tan, that's my skin, and I'm dark just like my mom and dad and the rest of my family." I don't know if anyone believed her, but she says if anyone asked, they never asked again, and nobody ever asked if she was a nudist.

     Katy would just love to bring her good friend Barbara up to the club with us. Same goes for me. I'd like to bring Gord, my best friend from school who also lives down the street. He often wonders why we're never home on the weekends, and I'd love to tell him. But while some of mom and dad's friends know we are nudists, none of our school friends know. Fortunately, we have such good friends at the club. 
    No one has ever asked us if we are nudists, but I'm sure it won't be long before me and my sister will be forced to admit it. That's because this summer, mom and dad asked us if we would like to be included in some of the pictures taken for the nudist magazine that our club owns and produces. 
   After a second or two Katy and I decided "why not."  Mom, dad, my grandparents and aunts and uncles all had their photos in the magazine at various times. Of course, lots of my cousins pictures were used as well. My little cousin Jeff was even pictured in a magazine photo sitting on Aunt Elizabeth, with Uncle Matt and Aunt Melanie looking on.

   But Jeff was quite young, and you could only see the side of him.   Mom and dad decided the photos would be sort of our public coming out party as nudists. It would be the same for Ryan and Maggie. 
    Mom was getting tired of answering why we are so tanned. And, she was tired of hiding our secret and making up plausible stories of why we're never around on the weekends or the summer. Dad, likewise figured that sooner or later someone would find out we are nudists, and there is no reason to keep hiding it. In a way Katy and I were actually relieved by all this.
     Dad told us that somehow, after the pictures appear in one of several nudist magazines that our club owns and produces, someone would eventually find out, although probably not right away. And he said it would be the people who would swear they would never look at such a magazine who would find our pictures and know we are nudists. But for Katy and I, it was sort of relief, with no more hiding the fact that we are nudists.
   Both mom and dad told us we shouldn't be afraid if our friends find out. They said any name calling or snickering would shortly disappear.
   If anything, we both thought our friends would be envious of our nudist lifestyle and want to join us at the club!

 We all agreed that we would not announce to the world that we are nudists, but there's no reason to our good friends about why we're not around, and that if the situation arose, we could explain it to our close friends.
    Saturday was picture day.
   With mom and dad looking on, Katy and I both signed release papers for the pictures, then they signed them. Then signed several forms for Ryan and Maggie, and then we were off.
    Just about all the members of our family had their pictures taken for the magazine. Most were obviously staged, like the family contests, or receiving awards. One would think from reading a nudist magazine that all we do on the weekends at nudist clubs is shake hands with one another, have contests and hand out awards. In truth, that rarely happens. But the staging is often necessary in case someone who doesn't want to be photographed shows up in the background, or off to side.
     In fact, the only time we do have such contests is if we need more pictures for the magazine, and then we haul out the old trophy collection from the storeroom.
       Uncle Jeff is normally the most secretive about being a nudist, but this time he relented and had his photo taken for the magazine with Aunt Ruth. 
Aunt Ruth (dad's sister) never had a problem about being tagged as a nudist, but Uncle Jeff always was (that's why there's no walled fence around their backyard).

  But I know they loved the idea of posing with some phony trophy they had won.     Another photo that was repeated in several issues had my grandmother and Aunts Elizabeth and Melanie posing with six other women from the club.


Aunt Melanie is in front, right in the middle, and my grandmother, wearing the big smile, is to the right of her. Aunt Elizabeth is just behind and to the left of Melanie. My Aunt Dee is to the very left of the group. 

The other women are all longtime members of Sunny Bares.

   It's a beautiful photo of nine nudist women, all just regular people who love to spend their time naked in the outdoors. Some of them could be your neighbors. Still, I often wondered how many of my friends or classmates who saw that picture in a magazine and realize we all spend our weekends and summer all naked together would wind up peeing in their pants.  

   The photographers also took lots of pictures of my family around the pool, which is more truthful of what it's like at a nudist club.

   Another popular picture seen in many nudist magazines had my Aunt Mary and Uncle Jeff, and cousins Cindy, Sharon, Mark and Jason wearing farmer hats standing front of hay bales at a barn. It's not a real barn, just a front we have on the stage when we do sing-a-longs on the weekends. 

While it's a beautiful picture of a group a nudists without a care in the world, this just wouldn't happen under normal circumstances at a nudist club, unless it was a magazine photo shoot. As my aunt told me, she'd never wear a kerchief like that except for a photo shoot. 

  

   On the way home that Sunday night, mom told Katy and I that we could each invite one friend up to the club next weekend, but that she would clear it first with their parents. Obviously, mom knew I wanted to bring Gord, and that Katy wanted Barb to come.

  The funny thing was, after all was said and done, when Katy and I did tell our friends that we are nudists, none of them laughed. 

   Gord was quite envious, and kept showing up at our house to ask mom if we were putting him on about us being nudists, and bringing him along next weekend. Mom kept telling him we are nudists, and that he would be joining us at the club this weekend. 

   Barb also couldn't wait to join us. She told Katy she was envious of her tan, and never thought about it being an allover tan or that she was nudist when they changed after gym class. 

  Barb and Gord loved their day at the club.

  Gord came up to the club with us several times that summer, but then had to break it to us that his family was moving to another city. Barb started coming up with us every weekend. In fact, she even took out a membership, and spent all her free time with us.  

My strange boyfriend ... as told by Gail (16)

I had been going out with Donald for three months.  We are in a Grade 11 chemistry class, and we hit it off at a class party one Friday night.  Donald is the nicest, most considerate person you'd ever want to  meet.  We were almost inseparable on the weekends -- until a few weeks ago.      We didn't break up.  Nothing happened, just that Donald suddenly wasn't around as often.     We would go out on Friday or Saturday nights, but never the afternoons.      Whenever I asked where he was, Donald would only say he was out with the family.       When the weather got really nice, Donald told me he his family was going away on a little trip, for the weekend, but could get together for an "early Friday" movie.     The following weeks, it was the same, Don and his family would be away all weekend.  Sometimes they'd leave Friday night, and I would only get together with Don on weekdays, afternoon, or early evenings.    This was getting to me, especially since Donald would never tell me where he and his family we going. Now it was like I had a boyfriend, except on the weekends, when everyone was getting together.     One Monday after school, when I knew Don would be staying late at school, I called his house hoping to speak with his mom.    Mrs. Grant knew who I was, and was expecting this call, and knew what I wanted to talk with her about.  She suggested we should meet for coffee one evening, and that I bring along one of my parents.  I asked Mrs. Grant to hold the phone for a second, and asked mom when the best time would be for her to get together with Don's mom.  She said that night would be fine, or the next.  She knew my relationship, or sudden lack of, with Don, was bothering me.   We agreed to meet -- the three of us, Tuesday at 7:30 at The Coffee Bean.    Funny enough, but the next morning at school, Don asked if he could me out to an early movie that night.  I politely declined, said I was going out with my mom, but any other night would be fine, especially the weekend (hint, hint). He said it depends what his family's plans are.     That night at dinner, I barely ate.  My dad and younger brother knew I was going out with mom for an important meeting with mom and Don's mother, but no one said anything about it.      Don's mother was already at a table when we arrived.     Mrs. Grant quickly introduced herself, "Hello, it's nice to finally meet you.  I'm Diane, Donald's mother."    Mom smiled back, "I'm Wendy, and I've heard so much about your son."     We each had a coffee, although I really didn't need one.  There was a weird moment of silence before anyone spoke.  I started by saying that I liked Don very much, but never get to see him.       "Gail, Don likes you very much, and would do nothing to hurt you, or embarrass you."      "I know.  That's what bothers me. He's never around, and won't tell me where he goes."     "Well Gail, I've talked with Donald about this, and it bothers him too."      "Is there anything wrong?" asked mom.      "No."      Then Diane went on, "the reason we aren't home during the weekends, and why Donald tell you much, is because when we're away on the weekends, we are at a nudist club."    There was a pause.     "Donald never told any of his friends about us belonging to a nudist club.  While he'd love to tell you, and maybe have you come to the Glendale Sun Club with us, he's worried you'll think he's crazy, and wouldn't see him any more."     There was another pause.     "Frank and I have known for a while that Donald is bothered by this. Last weekend he almost didn't come with us, because he wanted to stay home and take you out.     "We finally convinced him to spend the weekend at the club, and that one of us would get in touch with you and your parents to explain what was going on.  That's why I was so glad when you phoned yesterday."    Mom and I were both silent.    "I don't know how you two feel about nudism, but we've been members of a nudist club for over 15 years.  It's both our social club and cottage.  Don has practically grown up there.  And, as I've said before, he's worried how you would accept him, or think of him, if you knew he was a nudist."     At that point, mom looked at me, and said "Well Gail, how do you feel after what Don's mother has told you?"   "Well, Diane, this is the furthest thing I could have imagined.  I know Donald is a thoughtful person, I just didn't know how thoughtful."    "I was hoping the two of you would come up to the club with me one afternoon to see what it's like?"     I looked at mom.     Mom looked back at me.     I nodded.    Then mom said "Diane, what do you have in mind?"    "Well Wendy, I thought the three of us spend an afternoon at the club, so both of you would what nudism is about.  That way, if Gail decides she'd like to come up with us on the weekends, that would be great."     I looked at mom and she said it's fine with her, if it's fine with me.     "When would be the best time," asked mom.     "Well, it's suppose to rain tomorrow, but Thursday looks great.  So why don't we spend Thursday at the club!        Mom and I both nodded in agreement.   Then I added, "what would I need, and what should I wear?"     Diane replied, "bring what ever you'd bring to the beach, but forget the swimsuit!"    The plan was that I would take Thursday off school (call in sick), and Diane would pick us up at our house around 10.     Wednesday was a weird day for me at school.  I kept undressing Don with my eyes, unable to believe he and his family are nudists, and that he was afraid to tell me, because I might dump him.      I also admit I was day-dreaming at times, which is unusual for me in school, because I'm an honour's student.  During lunch, Don asked me if I was OK, because he said I looked a little out of it.     "I'm fine, just the work load and all the studying."     I know it wasn't much of an answer.  But all day I kept thinking about Don and his family at this nudist club.  Donald, naked, and running around with lots of pretty naked girls.  Maybe he even has a girlfriend there.  No, that's not the Donald I know.  And, no, after meeting with his mother, definitely not.     That night at dinner mom casually told dad and my younger brother Gary that the two of us would be having a well deserved "ladies day" tomorrow, and might not be home for dinner, and they might want to go out.       Dad asked what's this all about, and mom sheepishly smile and said "nothing, just Gail has been working so hard at school, I just want to reward our daughter and spend some time with her."     That night before I went to bed mom came in my bedroom and asked if I had any second thoughts about going to the nudist club.     "No," I replied. "Donald's family seems very straight, and besides, I don't think you'd go up there either if there were a problem."     Mom smiled back "and who knows, maybe we'll have a great time!"     I had trouble sleeping that night.   I kept wondering what this place would be like, and if all the women looked like sexy models you see on TV.  I'm no string bean although upstairs I guess I'm pretty good.  I eventually fell asleep because the next thing I knew it was morning.      After showering, I couldn't decide what to wear, because what do you wear to a nudist club?  Then there was a knock on the door, "Gail, are you getting ready?"     "Yes mom, I'm trying, but I don't know what to wear?"      "Well Gail, we're going to a nudist club, so I really don't think you have to worry too much!"     "But how I am I supposed to look going in?"      Just like that, mom flipped up her T-shirt and proudly said "well, I'm not wearing a bra, if that's what you're wondering."     OK, I get the hint, I guess, it doesn't matter how I'm dressed.     I did put on a bra, dark T-shirt, underwear, denim shorts and sandals.     Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen.       "Gail, I packed a lunch, have towels, sunscreen and a book for myself.  Do you have something to read or are you going to bring your iPod to listen to while we lounge by the pool?"     I hadn't thought of that.  Until then, I still didn't see my self taking my clothes off.     "I think I'll put a couple of magazines in my beach bag along with my bathing cap," (and swim suit I was going to bring, just in case).    I had trouble having breakfast wondering what would transpire in the next few hours.  I didn't have to wait too long, because Mrs. Grant showed up wearing a huge smile and sun dress asking if we were ready.    "Absolutely" said mom.     She grabbed her bag, put on a hat, and motioned me to come.      "Come on Gail, we're gonna have an exciting day!"     There was no way out, so I picked up my beach bag and headed to the car with mom and Mrs. Walker.      I sat in the back while mom joined Mrs. Grant in the front.  She said the Glendale Sun Club is about 30 minutes away.  Before we left, Mrs. Grant passed each of us a brochure from the club.    "Take a look, this is where we're going," she said.     I was a bit surprised when mom answered "It looks quite nice and friendly."       As we drove, Mrs. Grant explained how they had been members of the club ever since Donald was in diapers.    Mrs. Grant also repeated the same thing she told us over coffer, that it was hard at times for Donald to be away from his friends on the weekends and keeping it a secret.  There were times he didn't want to go, and Mrs. Grant said that when the time was right, he could tell a friend, and maybe bring him or her up.      I guess I'm that special friend, I thought to myself as we left the highway.     "Mrs. Grant, are there any rules or things we need know," I asked.     "Absolutely, for starters, I'm not Mrs. Grant, I'm Diane.   Nudists only use there first names.  Even children call me Diane.      The other important rule is always sit on the towel, even when you're at a picnic table.  Also, shower and wear a bathing cap in the pool."    We then turned down another road and Mrs Grant said the club is just ahead.  We made another turn there was the sign on the right.                    GLENDALE SUN CLUB                          PRIVATE                   As we drove Diane slowed down and a man wearing just a pair shorts came came out came out of the side door of a house, smiled, then waved at Diane, as we drove through.       "That's Dave," as she waved back. "He's one of the owners.  He keeps track of who comes in with a remote camera that's set up along the road.  Believe me, no one sneaks in.      We drove around another bend into a parking lot.  It wasn't quite 11 o'clock and there were a few cars there.  And, up came my first nudist.     "Hello stranger, nice seeing you here during week," said a tanned woman as we stopped the car.     "Hi Ruth, I'm giving the tour today," replied Diane, as she got out of the car. "This is Wendy and Gail.  Gail is Donald's friend."   "Um, I understand," Ruth said.  "I suppose this is your first visit to a nudist club?"    "Yes it is," answered mom, as she shook Ruth's hand.     Then Ruth came to me and said "in a few minutes you'll be having a great time here, and wonder what all the fuss was about," she smiled.     Diane then took us to a large manicured lawn.   There were naked people scattered on lawn-chairs, a volleyball court to one side, and large fenced off pool to the other. No one seemed oblivious to the arrival of three clothed people in their surroundings.      "There's the clubhouse, with change rooms, showers and a sauna.  I don't know if you'll feel more comfortable getting out of your clothes there, or just keep them in your bag on the lawn."     Mom said "what ever you suggest, after all, we've never been here."     "Well," said Diane, if you're ready to take the plunge, lets set up our sunning area in the pool area."     So we walked over, entered the gate, and Diane pointed to three lounge chairs.  We walked over, put our bags down, and Diane promptly removed her sun dress and took off her underwear. "There, that's it," she smiled, as she put a towel on the chair.    Then mom took off her clothes without much hesitation.  That left just me, the only person dressed in a nudist club.  I slowly removed my t-shirt, unhooked my bra, and then thought, what the heck, and took off my shorts and underwear.       There I was.  Naked in a field with mom and a whole bunch of other people. And no one looked. No one cared.  And it felt strange.     As mom and I were setting up our lawn chairs Diane said "Gail, Wendy, being this is your first time here, please cover yourself all over with sunscreen.  You don't want to get burned where the sun's never been!"    I chuckled as mom lathered up.     Then Donna took me by the hand to give us the tour.     The club really did look nice. I couldn't believe I'd walk naked past several naked men, and nobody stared.   Mom didn't seem to mind either.    Diane showed us the volleyball courts, and said Donald and his younger sister Kip love playing there on the weekends. At the clubhouse we saw the indoor pool and sauna.     We went back out to the pool and relaxed on the beach chairs.     I have to admit, it was really nice. And all this time, I never thought about being naked in front of a group of naked men and women.  Mom and Diane were really hitting it off.    We were lounging by the pool for a while and then we all hopped in the pool to cool off.  After a while I got up and climbed up the ladder to the slide when mom asked if I would be spending may weekends with the Grants at Glendale.     There was a big smile over my face, "you bet!"      Diane said because I'm under 18, mom would have to sign a form at the office to allow them to bring me up to the club.    So the two of them went to the clubhouse, while I stayed by the pool working on what would eventually my allover tan.     I absolutely couldn't believe it.  Here I am, naked at a nudist club without a care in the world.  I can see why Donald spends his weekends here with his family.      When mom and Diane returned and settled back into their lounge chairs, mom asked if she would be picking me up in the morning, or should she drop me off at her place.    There was a bit of a pause, then Diane looked at me and said "Gail, would you like to surprise Donald?"     "What do you have in mind?"     "Well, what if Donald happens to accidentally find you here at the club?    Are you in on it?"     "Sure."     The rest of the day was fantastic.  I think mom really liked it as well.     When we pulled up at the house, mom thanked Diane for a wonderful day and said they'd keep in touch.                                                     * * *      At dinner dad casually asked how our day went.       "Fine, just great," I replied.     "Just great," answered mom.     "Where did you guys go?" asked Gary, my 12-year-old brother.     "Oh, a girls day out," replied mom, "it's nothing you'd be interested in."      Little else was said about the nudist club over dinner, but dad assumed rightly that I would be going up to the club the next day with the Grants.                                             * * *      I was up bright and early the next day.  This time, I didn't worry about what I'd be wearing.  My beach bag was packed (a beach towel, sun screen, soap, shampoo, brush, hat and a book), and I went downstairs to the kitchen, where mom was standing in her bathrobe making breakfast.     Mom smiled at me mischievously and asked if I was preparing for big day!     "You bet!" although in the back of my mind I wondered how it would feel to see Donald naked for the first time, and for him to see me in the nude as well.    "Well, I guess I better phone him."     I sucked in my breath (I'm not a great liar), picked up the phone and called Donald.     "Hi Don."      There was a pause.   I think he was feeling guilty that he was going to avoid me again today.       "Don, I know you made plans to be with your parents during the day, and that's all right.  We can still get together for a while this evening after you get home."     I listened and cringed as Don told me he was thinking of not spending the day with his parents.     "No, really, you go with them, and if you're back at a decent time, we can still go out, if you want."    He started hemming and hawing, and I was worried he might not go up the club, and ruin the plans.     "No really, I've already made plans with my mother to go shopping."     "OK. I'll miss being with you, but have a great time!"     After I hung the phone up, Mom came over and gave me a hug.     "You were just fine, dear."     I then sat down at the table, dad and Gary joined me for breakfast.     A short time later the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," and I rushed to the door.  It was Mrs. Grant.       "Good morning sun worshiper, are you to ready to go," asked a smiling Mrs. Grant.     "You bet," as I grabbed my beach bag.     Mom joined us at the door, and told me to have a good time at the club with Diane and the family, and especially, Donald.    Dad came up too, and told Diane to make sure I have a good time.  That's when I knew for sure that mom told him I was going to be spending the day at a nudist club.       The drive seemed quicker than the other time, and before I knew it, we were entering the gates.      There were plenty of cars when we reached the parking lot.  Some people were standing around undressing, while others were clothed, walking to the grounds and clubhouse.  Diane suggested we change at the car and leave our clothes there.       Diane smiled as I got out of my clothes in a flash.  She then took a floppy hat out of the truck, and told me to put it with my stuff and bring it to the pool.      There were plenty lounge chairs when we got to the pool area.  Diane picked a spot where she could get a good look at the lawn, where the rest of her family would be coming from.  We each grabbed a chair, put a towel down, and dropped our small beach bags.  Then Diane put some towels down on two more chairs beside us and said "let's grab some sun until the rest of my family gets here!"     She told me to get the floppy hat ready, because she arranged with her husband to meet her at the pool around 11, and it was already 20 to the hour.  As I covered my body in sunscreen, more and more people were arriving at the pool and were laying on the chairs.  There was also plenty of splashing going on in the pool.    "Gail, don't look so envious, we're all going to go in the water when Donald gets here and gets over his shock of seeing you."      Then she said "get out the hat, Frank and the kids are coming."     I grabbed the floppy hat and put it over my face as I lay down.  Diane adjusted it a tad, so it wouldn't look like it was purposely covering my entire face.       Then I lay there, soaking up sun, nervously awaiting my boyfriend who will see me naked for the first time.       Even though I could make out what was going with my face covered, those few moments seemed like an eternity.     "Hi Hun, I see you made it up here with your friend."     Obviously that was Mr. Grant.     "Hi mom, see you finally made it."      Oh my god, I thought, that's Donald, he's standing right in front of me, and we're both naked.      She answered back to Donald "Good morning," with a smile.     "I brought a friend up for the day. Would you like to meet her?"     There was a reluctant "sure" coming from Donald, as if he really didn't want to meet one of his mother's friends, but had no choice.       "Gail, can you get up for a moment, I'd like you to meet my son Donald."       I pulled slowly removed my hat and glanced at Donald with a big smile.      "Hi Donny, nice meeting you here."        Don looked little stunned.  At least he was looking at my face, and not checking the rest of me out, which I guess is a good sign.     We both looked at each other with a grin, and Katy, Donald's younger sister suggested we all hop in the pool.      Donald's father piped in saying it was great idea, and shouted "everybody in!"      With that, Diane grabbed my hand, I took Donald's, his father took Kip's, and we all jumped in.      When we came up, everything seemed normal between me and Donald.        "You're not upset that I came up here to the club, are you Donald?"       "No way.  I wanted to ask you, but was worried you'd think I was a sex fiend or something."     The rest of the day was fantastic.  Donald introduced me to his club friends, guys and girls.  We swam, tanned, played volleyball, hiked, hot tubbed, and talked.  Katy and I became good friends, and said I took to nudism like a fish to water! We barbecued burgers and hot dogs at their trailer camp site, and left around eight o'clock.      As we were driving back to the city, Donald asked if I still wanted out go out with him in that evening, or do I need the sleep to get up early for another fun day with him and his family at the nudist club.    I gave him a loving squeeze and told him I'll see him first thing in the morning.      It wasn't long before we pulled up to my house.  I thanked everybody for a great time, and told them I'd be up bright and early to head to the club with them tomorrow.      When I entered the house, mom and dad were waiting.       "How was your day with the Grants at the nudist club" asked dad.      "Really great" I smiled. "And Dad, thanks for being so understanding" as I gave him a hug.      "And how did Donald take to seeing you naked" asked mom.       I explained how we did it, and how Donald's younger sister Katy broke the awkward moment by suggesting we all hop in the pool, and that within a moment, everything was normal with all of us naked.     "That's great dear, I'm glad everything went well.  I suppose you're going up to club tomorrow as well?" asked dad.      "You bet."      "Does Gary know I've become a nudist?"        "Why, would it bother you" asked mom.      "No, not really, if he doesn't tell anyone else."      Mom said Gary was in his room, and she would go up and bring him downstairs so that I could tell him about it first hand.     Dad said he would go with mom to bring Gary down.          So there I was, alone in the living, glowing from my day in the nude at the Glendale Sun Club waiting to explain to my brother about my newfound interest.     I heard some giggling coming from upstairs, and figured mom and dad must have told Gary what I had done.     "We'll be right down," shouted mom.      Then I couldn't believe what I was seeing, mom, dad and Gary all walking down the stairs naked!     "What's going on!" I asked.     Mom explained that she had a great time at the club yesterday.  She went on to say how she and dad enjoyed sunbathing at a nude beach in the Caribbean a few years ago, and wouldn't mind belonging to a nudist club here.     Gary said that after mom told him about the club and showed him the brochure from the club that they spent the whole day naked.     Then dad said "first thing in the morning we're heading to the Glendale Sun Club to take a family membership, and from now on, this is a nudist family."    With that, I removed my clothes, and hugged my mom and dad and little brother, and laughed.     Dad even mentioned something hearing there's a vacant trailer spot not far from the Grants.

Nudist Surprise ... as told by Graham (15)

    My mother and I moved to Greenville over the Christmas holidays so she could begin her new job as a nursing supervisor at the local hospital.  Obviously the first day at my new high school was strange.  I remember looking out of place at my first class, being the new guy, and not knowing anyone.  After attendance, our English teacher, Mrs. Norton, welcomed me to the class, and told me that the guidance counsellor wanted to meet with me at the bottom of the hour for a quick orientation.

     Ms. Glen also welcomed me to the school, and checked over my past grades.  She seemed impressed with my marks, and the fact that I participated on the debating team and the volleyball team at my old school in Ohio.  She told me my marks are fine, but it's normal at this school to have students in the higher grades help newcomers with their two weakest subjects.  I was in no position to object, and not knowing anyone here, or in Greenville for that matter, I agreed.  She told me she would arrange it with one of  the students who volunteer for the program, and would get back to me and set up a schedule.

   By the time I returned to class, Mrs. Norton had already paired the students up in study groups.  She then asked Janice to stand up, and told she would be my study partner.  Janice was pretty, with long blond hair, and was one of the few girls dressed nicely in the class.  She signalled to me we'd talk at lunch.

    We met in the crowded cafeteria over lunch, where Janice introduced me to some of her friends.  Then she told me study groups meet after school two days a week to go over the week's work and obviously, study together.  She said the reason Mrs. Norton pairs off the students is to make sure everyone is involved, to split up cliques, and to make sure no one is left out.  We agreed to meet in one of the study rooms after school on Tuesday.

   The following morning I was called down to the guidance counselor again, and introduced to a pretty girl who I was told would be my tutor.  Stephanie introduced herself, and told me her sister is Janice is in my class.  We would meet Wednesday's for half an hour after school to go over my chemistry and math. 

  This went on for about two weeks, Tuesday's after school with Janice, and Wednesday's after school with Stephanie.  It was hard not to notice that unlike most of the other girls in school, the Walkers were always neatly dressed.  They never wore jeans or pants or skimpy clothing -- always skirts, and always with pantyhose.  

  Janice and I got along well, and I always walked her home from school.  Sometimes when we got to her place her younger brother Daniel would be in the driveway shouting "there's Janice's boyfriend."  I think it was more to tease her, and than me, although on this particular walk home, we did agree to go out to a movie together on the weekend. 

  The next day Stephanie told me she couldn't tutor me after school, but we could do it at her house after dinner.  She also suggested I dress neatly, to make a good first impression on her father.  Besides, her parents wanted to meet the boy she's tutoring, and Janice's "much talked about" study partner and perhaps boyfriend.  I ditched my jeans and put on nice pants and a buttoned shirt.  I made it over that night and met her parents before getting down to work. 

    When we finished reviewing the week's math and chemistry, Mrs. Walker invited me over for dinner the following night, if it was OK with my parents. She said the family would like to get to know me better.  I guess Janice must have told her that I asked her if she would go on a date with me, and they really wanted to check me out.  I told Mrs. Walker that I live with my mom, and it would be OK with her, since she is working a late shift this week at the hospital, and leaves me dinner to warm up.

    The next night at the Walkers I felt like I was under a microscope at dinner.  It's a good thing I dressed up, because everyone else was.  Mr. Walker told me he likes his family to look its best at all times, because it makes a good impression.  I was surprised when Mrs. Walker explained that the girls never wore jeans or even slacks to school, although they can around the house.  In the back of my mind I made a mental note that if I was I to be Janice's boyfriend, I better start dressing better.

  Janice and I started go out.  Weekends were great.  We spent lots of time together, going to movies, long walks, and just going out for a burger and talk.  Sometimes we'd just rent a video and watch at her place, sometimes with her family.  With Janice as my girlfriend, I was at the Walkers a lot, and was beginning to feel like part of the family.

  We were going out for more than a month when Mrs. Walker told me she'd like to meet my mother.  Mrs. Walker said she understood my mom works strange hours, but would like to know her, and maybe meet over coffee.   I never thought anything of it when they did meet. 

   In fact, there was a lot I never thought about -- like why when I was at Janice's house there was a room on the main floor that we never went in to that was always locked.  Janice told me it was her father's private study, but I always saw him doing his work or reading in another room in the basement. 

    Something was also strange around the end of April, when Janice and her family were never around on Saturdays or Sundays.  While we did get together on the Fridays or sometimes on Saturday nights, she never told me where she and her family went.  There are only so many visits you can make to your relatives

   Something else was strange, as I overheard Stephanie on the phone talking with her best and longtime friend Elizabeth, telling her what time they would pick her up.  Was I being left out of something?  I thought so.

   One Tuesday after school Janice and I were studying at her house when her mother asked me to stay for dinner.  There was nothing unusual about that.  But during the dinner, with the whole family at the table, Mrs. Walker told me the family would be going camping on the long weekend, and they would like me to join them.  Janice looked at me and said "would you,  We'll be leaving early Friday, and return Monday night." I said I'd have to see if it's all right with my mom.  Mrs. Walker cut in, saying she had already spoken with my mother, and it was OK with her.  Everything was set. 

  My mom was working really early hours this week, and wouldn't see me off on the Friday, but she did do all my packing.  She even left my clothes out for me that morning, which was unusual.  Shorts, underwear, a golf shirt and sandals.  I didn't look inside my duffel bag, but even with a sleeping bag inside it did seem small for four days. There was note on the kitchen table:

 "Graham 

 "Enjoy your trip. I know you'll have a great time with the Walkers."

 Love Mom

   Friday morning I  walked the several blocks to the Walker's house where Mr. Walker was loading the station wagon. "Hi, let me take that bag, and please, no more Mr. Walker, from now on it's Greg!" 

   Mrs. Walker then came out of the house wearing a summer dress, sunglasses and a wide hat and carrying more bags.  She then came up to me and gave me a little peck on the cheek. "Good morning camper!" 

   "Good morning Mrs. Walker," I smiled

   "Please, no more Mrs. Walker.  From now on, it's Shirley."  

   "OK, I answer, Shirley." 

   Daniel, Janice and Stephanie followed out of the house, and Janice came up and gave me a hug.  I noticed the girls were all wearing short sun dresses, which I thought wasn't camping attire.  "We're just waiting for Elizabeth, Stephanie's friend" Janice said.

   A few moments later Elizabeth, showed up.  She was also wearing a sun dress and carrying a small bag.  It didn't think she had that much considering we would be away for four days.  

   The station wagon was loaded, and we climbed in, Mr. and Mrs Walker in the front with Elizabeth, me in the second row between Janice and Daniel, and Stephanie in the back.  Janice told me our first stop is to pick their grandmother.

   About 10 minutes later we arrived at their grandmother's house.  Janice's grandmother was a large woman, and also wearing a light dress.  "What do I call your grandmother," I asked, no one in particular. 


   "Esther is just fine," replied Mrs. Walker.  

   Esther then got in and climb in the back. While she did she smiled at me and said "You must be Graham, Janice's boyfriend, pleased to meet you," and gave me a little peck on the cheek, as I blushed. 

  We were on the highway for about 20 minutes and there was the usual chit-chat.  They did talk about the weather, what a nice weekend it will be, a mention of swimming, a volleyball tournament, and a giant bonfire.  That's when I asked where we were camping.  "Is this going to be at the state park?" 

   Things turned quiet after my question.  Daniel then started giggling, and Janice began gently holding my hand. 

   The next few moments will always be played out slow-motion in my memory, as Shirley turned around, removed her sunglasses, looked at me right in the eye and said "we're camping at Sunny Eden." 

   There was more giggling from Daniel, and Janice looked right at me holding my hand, and then Shirley said, "it's a nudist club, dear."  

   I must have had a stunned look. I didn't say anything, figuring it was some kind joke they were playing on me.  Janice was still holding my had and looking into my eyes.  She smiled and said "Yes, Graham, we're nudists!" 

   She paused and then Mrs. Walker, who was still looking at me, gave me her reassuring smile and said, "there's nothing to be afraid of, dear." 

   Even Elizabeth turned and told me I'll have a great time, and there's nothing to be worried or scared about.

    I didn't say much the rest of the way.  I was wondering who are these people I was with.  My girlfriend and her all-American family, another bright teenage girl, mom, dad and grandmother, all running around naked. I still thought they were playing a huge joke on me until we turned down a small road and arrived at a gate house with the sign.

    SUNNY EDEN.  

    PRIVATE. 

   MEMBERS ONLY.  

  

   Mr. Walker stopped at the window.  Then an woman about my mom's age looked out, waved, pressed a button, and the gate opened.  We  then drove slowly along a tree-lined dirt road as I anxiously wondered what was next.  Janice was rubbing my shoulder and told me we are almost there.  Again, Mrs Walker turned around and told me that everything is all right.  

    We drove by a small field where there naked people sitting outside some tents. "We're the next field," shouted Daniel.

  Then we pulled in.  Our station wagon pulled to a stop beside a large trailer.   Mr. Walker then turned off the ignition, and a small chorus of voices declared, "We're here!"   

   Mr. and Mrs. Walker then got out of the car.  

    Janice opened her door and got out, and I slowly moved out as well.  

   As I was getting out of the car, Mrs. Walker was already removing her sun dress.  She was wearing nothing underneath!  

   Mr. Walker was also removing his clothes.  So was everyone else, including Janice. 

  I didn't know what to do or where to look, when Mrs. Walker walked in front of me and looked me in the eye and said with a reassuring voice "Graham, you can remove your clothes whenever you feel comfortable."  I couldn't believe that a naked woman could stand that close to me and act so natural. 

  That's when I whispered to her "what if I get an erection?"  

   Mrs. Walker smiled and told me not to stare, and try thinking of something, else, like baseball, and lie or sit down on the grass, or hop in the pool.  

   I was the only person still wearing clothes, while everyone else was moving their bags, and getting the tent out of the storage bin. 

   "Hurry up Graham, we're going to need your help setting up the tent" smiled Janice. 

   I started fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, and then all at once I took off my shirt, pants, underwear, and joined everyone else. 

   "Come in the tent and stand, here and hold this pole," said Elizabeth.  She was a few feet from me holding another pole.  

   "There will be enough room for the five of us in here," she said. "Usually it's just the four of us, but one more sleeping bag and duffel bag on ground won't cramp our space," she smiled, while trying to engage me in any time of conversation.  

   "Hold tight, inside, we're stretching the guy lines," said Mr. Walker. 

   "Everything OK in there?" asked Mrs. Walker. 

    "We're fine," answered Elizabeth.

   From the flaps I could see Janice hammering in some pegs in the front , and from the shadows, I guess Stephanie was doing the same in the back.
   "Almost done," said Mr. Walker.  

   I kept noticing Daniel and his mother and grandmother walking back and forth, Elizabeth told me they were taking the food to the trailer, to put in the fridge. 

   Mr. Walker then told us to let go of the poles.  We did, and nothing moved. "Perfect," he said. 

    I followed Elizabeth out of the tent.  We were all standing outside, admiring the job.  "That must be a tent speed record," Stephanie said, "probably because of the addition of the strong guy helping inside."  With everyone trying to get my mind elsewhere, I  forgot I was naked!

     We then carried our sleeping bags and duffel bags inside.  Janice told me they keep their sleeping bags and tent in the storage locker during the week when they're not at the club.  She then politely asked me to get a towel, and said we're all going to take a walk.

   "Are we going swimming?"  

   "Yes, but that's not the only reason you need a towel," answered Janice. "It's to sit on." You always sit on a towel unless you're on the grass." 

    Just then Mrs. Walker came up to me and said "you'll need this," and handed me a container of sun screen.  "It's your first time, so cover your entire body." 

    A short time later, five of us, Janice, Stephanie, Elizabeth, Daniel and Mrs. Walker,  walked along the path to large grassy field populated by rows of lawn chairs and naked people. 

   Janice held my hand while Mrs. Walker led the way.  We passed by a busy volleyball court, a pond, a fenced off swimming pool with loads of people stretched out on lawn chairs.   "We'll be going there later," Janice said.  

   We then headed toward a small building.  Janice told me there is a pool, sauna and whirlpool inside, along with offices and a restaurant.  I have to admit that with everything going on, I was getting used to fact I was in a naked world.  
  "Let's go inside and get you signed in," said Mrs. Walker. "That way the people who run the club will know you're with us." 

   Just as we were about to enter a woman came up and gave Mrs. Walker a big hug "Shirley, I haven't seen you in ages.  I was told you and the family would be here this weekend with a guest!"

  "It's good to see you Dorothy," said Mrs. Walker.  You remember my family, she smiled, and this is Graham, Janice's friend."

   "Nice to meet you Graham," as she stuck out her hand. "I'll bet you were surprised when you found out your lovely girlfriend and her family are nudists"

  "Very much," I answered, with a smile, trying to look at her eyes, but noticing something else.   Shirley had no pubic hair!  All the other grown women did.

    "The Walkers, ummm, Shirley, and her family are very nice people. I think you'll be quite happy here with them.

     We then went inside to the office where we were met my an older naked woman. "Hello Dorothy, I see you've brought your guest here," and then shook my hand and welcomed me to Sunny Eden.

  She then took a folder off from desk and pulled out a piece of paper, "Yes, here's the permission form from Daniel's mother."

   Hmm, I thought to myself, my mom knows I'm here, wow!

   "Well Daniel, everything is in order with your membership, so you'll be able to come here any time with the Walkers." 

    I looked at Janice and at Mrs. Walker and gave them a smile, which they returned to me.  Then Stephanie said "come on Mr. Volleyball, we have a game we have to get to."

   
As we walked through the grounds to the volleyball court, I couldn't help notice all the naked people together on blankets and lawn chairs.  Then it hit me -- all this time I was naked, so is everyone else, and no one stared or cared.   It all seemed so natural. 

     Janice introduced me to the other players and warned them that I am good.  I was on Elizabeth's team.

We must have played over an hour and were sweating like crazy.  Janice then suggested we hop in the lake to cool off, before heading back to the camp site for lunch.
 
 

   I couldn't believe how much fun I was having with the Walkers.  All weekend, naked.  Volleyball, swimming, hiking, sunning, making new friends,  playing board games, campfires.  They even had a bake sale where Janice worked for a while.

   I felt sort of upset when Monday afternoon rolled around and we started packing up our things.   But that changed when Janice asked me why I was taking my sleeping bag to the car.  

"Graham, leave your sleeping bag here.  You don't want to bring it up every weekend when we come up to the club!" 

  
 Wow, I couldn't believe it.

    I'll be coming up to this nudist club with Walkers all the time, and my mom knows about it!

    Mom sure did know about it, because later in the summer, when she wasn't working on the weekends, we'd come up to Sunny Eden together. 

Mom even bought a trailer for us so we could spend our spare time together there. 

  

                          ...

 Jason nudged me, "can you believe that guy, visiting a nudist club with all those naked girls all summer.