One long and boring afternoon I was sitting in my office in the city surfing the Internet. I looked at what seemed like a hundred different sites before I stumbled across one that featured nudism. I was quickly pulled in by the thought of mass nudity and eagerly logged onto the site looking for some fun photos. The site seemed very well constructed and allowed me to search for places to get naked. The site's menu was great and allowed me to select a place based on its geographical region, state or city.
I selected my state and anxiously waited for the homepage to pop up. When it did I was almost shocked to discover there were five different clubs relatively close to me. One was a nudist resort / social club that was located less than one hundred miles from where I live and work. I selected the link and the site appeared before my eyes. The resort was located in a wooded rural area in the southern portion of the state. The site featured some great stuff and included a discreet aerial photo showing the tiny resort nestled quaintly away in the forest.
I clicked the "About us" bar from the page and a photo of a naked couple probably in their late forties or early fifties appeared. They were standing hand in hand beside a sign which read; Welcome to The Oasis, stay with us if you can bare it! The couple was average in size and appearance. So I continued to browse the site. I learned a great deal about the site as I clicked the various menu bars. I read on about the club and became very intrigued. After about fifteen minutes or so I decided to e-mail them.
In my e-mail I asked if I could attend one of their weekly open houses that were featured on the website. The site included a list of rules, a detailed map with directions on how to get there, a complete schedule of events and several very revealing photos of members enjoying the facilities. The resort featured a large outdoor pool and hut tub, clubhouse with a bar and a jukebox, a dance floor, foosball and pool tables, a large shower house, horseback riding, a small fishing pond, several cabin size cottages and much more.
Along with numerous photos were member testimonials, a schedule of events, and the club rules. After carefully reading the rules I determined the Oasis was indeed for me. I hate missing a good chance to see or be naked! The rules included that no one under the age of eighteen was allowed in and that it was an adult's only social club. Always carry a towel with you, and do not consume alcoholic beverages openly outside of any of the buildings, and last but not least; couples and outgoing singles are always welcome. Most importantly outward displays of excitement and/or affection were not permitted in open areas. Without further hesitation I sent the e-mail. Later that day an e-mail alert appeared on my screen with a reply. I anxiously opened the message to find that I had indeed been invited to come and get my feet wet so to speak at the Oasis. The e-mail was from a woman named Jan. I also received a copy of an invite letter along with directions to show it to the person at the front gate upon my arrival. Presenting the letter would be the only way I would be allowed to enter their club grounds. I was very excited and couldn't wait for the weekend to get here.
The open house went from noon until four every Sunday. The e-mail said that I would be given a guided tour the grounds and would be allowed to visit with the members and experience what the club had to offer before deciding whether I wanted to drop five hundred dollars for the cost of a single membership. Membership fees for a couple ran two hundred and fifty dollars. The e-mail also said that I could take the tour with my clothes on or off, it was my choice. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I didn't struggle very long deciding how I would choose to take the tour.
When Sunday came I woke early, shaved, showered, and hit the road. The club was only about eighty miles away but the roads there were all country two lane. Filled with anticipation, I finally drove upon a gravel road about half mile off the state route. The gravel lane was marked only with the wooden silhouette of a palm tree painted black. I eased my SUV into the drive and followed the winding road almost a quarter of a mile before I came upon a small clearing with a large electric gate with a small shack with a stop sign outside.
I pulled up to the stop sign and stopped. A young well-tanned woman stepped out of the shack and approached the driver's side of my car. She had curly thick auburn hair that flowed to almost the middle of her back. She was wearing cut off denim shorts and a black bikini top which did very little to cover much of her large round breasts, sandals and dark sunglasses, pretty normal attire for late August.
"Hello.", she purred in a very sexy voice. "Can I help you?" she asked, politely flashing me a smile as she approached.
I told her my name and added that I was here for the open house.
"Well Richard, loose the last name." she said. "People here are very discreet and last names are seen as an invasion of privacy and that's kind of frowned upon. My name's Carrie and I'll be your tour guide", she said as she went over and grabbed a clipboard from the tiny window ledge of the shack and placed a check mark beside my name. She then picked up the telephone and asked someone to take over for her at the front gate. She said the she had a tour and needed to be relieved.
Soon an older gentleman with salt and pepper colored hair appeared at a walk through gate located next to the shack wearing swim trunks and pulling on a white T-shirt.
"Thanks Wally, I needed a break." she said patting him on the back.
The young woman then hopped into the passenger side of my Hummer and pointed towards the opening gate.
"Pull inside this gate and we'll find a place to park." she directed. Just inside the gate was good-sized gravel parking area with probably thirty or forty cars in it, but several open spots were still available.
A little beyond the parking area was a long wooden privacy fence with a building at one end. On the end of the small building there was a screen door and a sign that simply read locker room. We entered that building and were quickly greeted by a naked older woman who handed me a combination lock and a locker number.
"Come on, twenty seven is over here I'll show you." said my sultry chaperone. We walked down past two or three rows of lockers before she turned to her right. "Here we go." she said as she opened the locker.
"Now get undressed and I'll show you around." she giggled while reaching back beneath her flowing hair to untie the straps of her bikini top from around her neck.
"I thought I had a choice?" I said teasingly as I kicked off my sandals.
"Not when I'm your tour guide." she said with a smile as her top fell from her neck unleashing her impressive pineapple sized breasts. Her tits jutted impressively forward when she reached behind her back to untie the narrow cross strap. She unzipped her tight fitting denim shorts as I pulled my shirt over my head.
I reached down to unsnap my shorts as she wiggled out of hers. She wasn't wearing any panties and was now completely naked except for a silver and turquoise choker pendant around her neck, and her sunglasses. Her pubic hair was a colorful match to her cascading tresses. Her pubes were thick but very neatly trimmed. I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them into the locker.
"That wasn't so bad was it?" she asked glancing at my package as she stepped towards me with a large white towel. She continued to look me up and down. "We're almost ready but first you need to bend over." she said cradling a large rubber stamp and ink pad in her hand.
"Bend over? What for", I asked somewhat confused.
