Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Mrs. Copeland, by Kevin 12


I didn't know her name until Mom suggested it would be a real nice thing to do if I didn't 
waste the entire day, and maybe go down the street and help Mrs. Copeland. 

Mrs. Copeland's husband died over the winter, and mom said she might be able to use
the help of a strong young boy like me to cut the grass. I really didn't have anything 
better to do, and mom did make feel guilty about doing nothing during the first two days
of my summer holiday so I reluctantly agreed.

The lawn did look like it could use a cutting when I walked up and rang the doorbell.  An
older woman (which means older than my mom) answered and I told her I was Kevin
McDonald, Mrs. McDonald's son, and asked if she could use some help around the
house.

Mrs. Copeland was flattered by my offer, and said we could work something out
(I suspected she meant being paid).  Mrs. Copeland said she was going to start
working in the backyard that afternoon, and if I could show up after lunch, we could 
work together.

I showed up at 1 o'clock, sharp.  Mrs. Copeland was wearing baggy and with her dog 
Bagel, and suggested we start pulling weeds in the front.  It was a tough afternoon of 
work.  Later, Mrs. Copeland brought out some lemonade and we sat down by the pool
in the privately fenced off backyard and talked for a while while the dog wandered near
the fence, always careful to stay away from the pool.

Mrs. Copeland said she appreciated the help, and I said enjoyed being outside and 
having something to do while every one else was away at camp.  We worked pretty
hard that day, and Mrs. Copeland asked if I would be around tomorrow to help out
again. 

"Sure, why not. "

"How's 10:00?  It will give you a little time to sleep in!"

No problem.

Next morning I was at Mrs. Copeland's at 10:30.  She asked if I could mow the front
lawn while she turned over the soil in the garden.  She said she would take me out for
lunch and then we'd go to the nursery and buy some plants.

Work seemed to go quickly, and the next thing you know, Mrs. Copeland told me to go
inside and clean up, and we'll go for lunch. 

All in all, working along side Mrs. Copeland was turning into fun. 

Around 4 o'clock Mrs. Copeland said I had worked hard enough, and asked if I'd be
willing to work for her again, and maybe use the pool.

"Absolutely. You might be the best boss ever."

As I was leaving I shouted, "see you around noon."

When I got home mom was in the kitchen and asked how my day went.

I said it actually wasn't bad working with Mrs. Copeland, and she had more work for
us than planned.

Mom said if you're going to be gone muc of the day, then I'm going to go out for a 
day by myself.

Next morning I headed to Mrs. Copeland's house, only to find another car 
in the driveway.

I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. 

I tried again, and there was no response.

I could hear noise coming from the backyard, so I walked around the back and 
opened the tall wooden door.

There were two kids splashing in the pool, and two naked women, one of them
Mrs. Copeland, on the lounge chairs.

"What are you doing here Kevin," she asked, without bothering to cover up.

"I thought I was supposed to help," I said, looking amazed at a naked woman
for the first time.

From the pool I heard one of the kids shouting "take off your clothes and come on in."

It only hit me then that everyone was naked, even Mrs. Copeland and her friend

"Come on in," they shouted again.

I started taking off my shirt when Mrs. Copeland came over and said we should 
call my mom first.

Mrs. Copeland handed me the cordless phone and told me to call my mom.

Once mom answered, I told her that Mrs. Copeland wanted to speak with her.

While Mrs. Copeland was talking to my mom, I had removed the last of my clothing
 and was naked like everyone else in the backyard.

I didn't hear much of Mrs. Copeland's conversation with my mom, but I kept hearing,
 "OK, OK, I'm fine with that. It won't be a problem."

Mrs Copeland then handed me the phone.

Then mom said, "I heard you unexpectedly walked into Mrs. Copeland and her friends
 sunbathing in the nude."

"Mrs. Copeland doesn't mind you being there, and it's all right with me, but we're going
 to have to have a little talk later."

"Is that OK."

"Yes mum."

"Fine, you listen to Mrs. Copeland, and I'll be around in a few hours to get you."

 "OK mum."
   
"One other thing. Make sure Mrs. Copeland has a towel for me when I get there
 to pick you up."

"I'll tell her, mom."

The rest of the day was great, running around and playing naked in the pool with my 
new friends, and laying on the lounge chair naked, with Mrs. Copeland and
her friend Ruth.

Every now and then, Mrs. Copeland would rub some sunscreen on me, and it felt good.

Mrs. Copeland and her friend looked pretty naked. I wondered if mom would 
be naked too when she comes over to get me.  I think she will, because she did
ask for a towel.

I didn't have to wait very long. Mom knocked on the door around 2 o'clock, and 
Mrs. Copeland let her in.  She then started removing her clothes, then walked up
to me, and asked for a towel. 

She then look at me and said "Kevin, I don't mind you nude sunbathing with Mrs.
Copeland, and I will be joining you, but you have to keep our nudism private.
That means not telling any of your friends. Is that understood?"

 "Yes mom."

"OK. Let's start by you bringing a lounge chair for me."


Friday, January 31, 2014

Barbara's story

I was five when we first went there.
It was near the end of May.
It was a Saturday morning at breakfast.
Mom was putting a few things into a picnic basket, and Dad was carrying a beach bag filled with towels.
"Where are we going," I remember asking.
"We're going to a park where nobody wears any clothes, and everyone will be naked" answered mom.
"Is that OK with you?" dad asked.
"Will you be wearing any clothes mom?
"No. Me and dad will be just like you, and we won't be wearing any clothes."
"Is that OK with you" she said.
"I guess so," I answered, without even thinking.

*       *         *
The idea of going to a nudist club came out of left field.
I never gave it a thought until I read an article about a club and jokingly mentioned it to Wendy.
"Sounds like it might be fun," she said.
"You're joking, right."
"No I'm not."
So, some discreet phone calls to find the number to the nudist club, and everything was set in motion.
First there was the visit.
Not to the nudist club, but to our house.
A couple from the club came to the house one evening for a coffee and chat, to tell us about the club and to check us out.
Wendy and I didn't have a clue what to wear!
We knew the club representatives would be wearing clothes, but we had no idea what to wear.

*          *            *

I remember the drive.
I don't recall it being long
Mom had the directions typed out on a piece of paper.
Every now and then she told dad when to turn.
We were driving along a country road when mom told dad to keep an eye
out for a small green post on the left side of the road.
Dad turned there and drove down a road a bit and stopped at a locked gate.
He got out of the car and walked to the gate, pressed a button, and waited.

Mom said someone would come down to unlock the gate so we could drive in.
As we waited, mom reminded me that I couldn't tell my friends or neighbors about the club.
She was about to say something else, when then an old truck was heading toward the gate.
The driver, got out (he was wearing a bathing suit and sandals) and looked at the license plate.
He then said something to dad, and opened the gate.
Dad returned to the car, got in, and we drove through.
Just as the man was about to lock the gate, another car drove up slowly and 

passed through, with the driver waiving at the family.
The car was going slowly, and I could tell there were children in the back seat.


*           *              *

We followed the other car.
The road made a curve turn in the woods before coming to a large opening.
Dad parked next to the other car.
He then looked at mom, and said "OK, let's try it."
As I looked out the window, the family in the other car was already out of their clothes.
Mom and dad got out of the car, while I was inside removing my clothes.
Mom and dad laughed when they saw me naked, and they quickly bundled their clothes and left it in the front seat.
Mom stayed with me while dad went into small house.  She said dad had to sign us in and pay.

He came out a few minutes later with a naked lady who worked at the club. 
She showed us around, pointing out the lake and the pool, the children's area and the sunning areas.
She then said if we needed anything, just ask.
When she left, dad said "should we join in and be nudists?"
We all smiled. I asked if I could play in the children's area and mom said to go ahead. 
She then put a blanket down while dad went to the car to get the picnic basket.

*        *           *

Later in the afternoon I went to the wading pool with my mom where I made lots 
of new friends.




And we went back every weekend after that.