A totally fictional story about a husband and wife teaching college students how to pack, fly fish, do hygiene, on a backpacking trip where the space and weight of the pack creates the need to limit items. The wife takes the boys, the husband a girl that likes to fish. It is one of my longer stories as I found it too difficult to split into parts or chapters without hurting the story.
All characters are over 18 years old. As with all my stories, they are proofed with the help of software, some mistakes may be missed. If you are more interested in perfect grammar, than reading a good story you may want to look elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it! Comments on the storyline are always appreciated.
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Ellen and I are children of the '80s, which means we were raised by children of the '60s. My parents were very liberal, something that I rejected when I was in my early teens. Yes, I wanted designer clothes, and a BMW for my birthday like many of my friends drove to school.
My jeans came from the discount store, and I drove an old car my grandpa gave me. Those things I thought were important at the time were not in the cards financially as my mom was a social worker, and my dad although an attorney did more work for legal aid than for his private practice. There is no payoff for that monetarily, for it is a work of charity at its best. Anything that we had was modest, as, like my dad, my mom's job did not pay so much in dollars as it does in their self-worth.
What I did have was a wealth of good values when it comes to the world, yet open minds when it came to weed, sex, and relationships in general. Instead of a lecture about not having sex before marriage, I got one on how not to make a baby until you want one, and a box of condoms.
With my parents, being nude with them on occasions that called for it was not made to be an evil or sinful thing. They were into nature, backpacking, camping, and fishing, and not nudists per se, or what some like to call naturists. I found out in my teens that they had opened up their marriage to other partners on occasion, something else from the 60s.
Our nudism is out of necessity as well, and even though it little to do with sex, you have to be honest about it, nudity and sexual arousal have always had a connection.
Like with my parents, our nudity is necessary for us to freely enjoy being out in the wild, in our case backpacking and camping are our stress relievers. I guess it started by my grandpa and grandma from the necessity of needing to bathe in the wilderness, in a river or pond. It was partly started by the lack of space, and the need to keep our backpacks as light as possible.
When you are backpacking, and camping sometimes for as long as a whole week, it is hard to carry enough equipment. Swimwear, or even having to carry anything wet after a swim or bathing was an unnecessary hassle, if it was warm enough we would just dry in the sun.
Aside from being OK with nudity, and the survival skills I was taught, my parents being open and honest about life has made me a better person. They even influenced my loving wife Ellen, who in our personal life goes as just L. The very summer we were married we made our first trip together.
My parents, now her new parents-in-law, visited my grandpa's cabin together for the first time. Maybe a little too soon, she and I could not get enough of each other sex-wise, but I figured we could always go off on our own to take care of those needs. Although I did my best to prepare her, I thought it might be a problem seeing, and being seen by my parents while naked. It wasn't though I soon found out, I learned a lot about her on that first trip with them.
She more than let them know that she was fine with the necessity of it. She demonstrated that when we were on a day hike with them at the cabin during a very hot summer. My dad suggested a swim to cool off in a spring-fed lake along the trail. We had no swimwear only a small pack with power bars and something to drink. My dad said that we could all go in our underwear since it was a day hike, or as an option split up and mom and dad could walk to a small alcove only a little ways away for privacy if we wanted to swim nude in private. Telling L that he understands it might be too soon, or maybe just too difficult a thing for her to do at all.
"She said to him, Dad, am I not an immediate member of the family now?"
"Of course you are Ellen, you know that I hope."
"If I was not here wouldn't all three of you just strip naked and go in for a swim?"
"You got me there, yes we would, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
As she started shedding her clothes right there in front of dad and she said, "I will probably get a little red in the face at first, but I will get used to it dad. I am worried about you though, having both your sexy wife and your young daughter-in-law naked and in your presence for the first time, well, I just hope your heart can take it."
She accomplished something few people have done, left my dad speechless, and made my mom giggle, as she became the first to join L in disrobing. I will say that once my dad disrobed, he had a bit of a reaction in an organ, but that organ was not his heart.