It was a beautiful late spring evening and the sun was just starting to slide down toward the horizon. The ladies of the subdivision got together earlier in the month and picked this weekend to welcome summer the days ahead. The subdivision had a large park with a screened-in pavilion, pond for canoeing, swimming pool, playground, and a large open picnic area, which all perfect for hosting the annual summer picnic.
The turnout was amazing; it looked like over half of the subdivision had turned out. As the neighbors continued to mill about, some chatted with close friends; others met new members of the community. The crowd started to dwindle as it got late, and those with young children decided to take them home. There were about 100 people left.
I recognized one couple, so I walked over to the group and said hello. My next-door neighbors, Jim and Jan, were not only my neighbors and friends, but we also rode motorcycles together. Jan gave me a big hug as usual. They were talking to a lovely lady who I did not recognize. Then she turned around and introduced me to Lynn, a recent divorcee who had just been transferred here by her employer.
I said, "My name is Doug, just plain, average Doug. I am a two-time widower." I wanted to say that I had given up on dating, but I refrained. I wanted her to like my sandy blond, medium length hair. I also hoped she was fine because I was only 5'6" and weighed 160 pounds.
Jim and Jan are a great looking couple. Jan had beautiful flowing red hair that fell to the middle of her back. She used to be a Dallas Playboy Club Bunny. She still hds the shelf to carry her drink tray on because she claimed to be a size 40J. She liked to say that the only parts of her bunny costume that fit anymore were the ears and tail. Jan liked to tease everyone by saying that she might model if she drinks enough. The rest of her is thick with curves in all the right places.
Jan and Jim were not only direct neighbors but before I bought my house next to them, the fence was an 8' tall fence and had to have a survey report in the closing documents to prove that it was on the actual property line. When the realtor showed the house to me, she explained to me the neighbors had built the houses and pools with relatives and shared the pools often and did not need the fence. I bought the house and soon discovered that the houses were built so that windows looked into each other's houses. Jan was quite often wandering her house and yard nude and occasionally Jim as well when he was home.
This became of interest to me as I was a closest nudist myself. I usually did not go outside in the nude unless I could ensure that I would not be seen in by anyone as I feared I was not the type of person that you wanted to see naked. (I have been called a gnome by some taller friends and goblin by others.)
As I got to know Jim talking about motorcycles, we learned more about each other and our habits. The more we talked the more Jim leaned toward knowing about me wandering in my house in the nude and asked if I ever looked across to their house. I told him that I hadn't after the first time I saw him and Jan in the backyard by the pool. He chuckled and invited me for a BBQ that night by their pool.
I remembered de said, "Wear whatever you wear in your pool!! After dark I am nude in the pool."
Before dusk I wear my dive skins, so I was in a quandary what to wear to my first pool party at my new neighbors. We have been to bike rallies-basically on the familiar surface. We were about to learn more about each other than the "fun of riding motorcycles"!
When I arrived, Jim was at the grill with an apron on working with the steaks, scallions, and veggies like a master; he said that beer is in the fridge here beside me on the outside kitchen setup. I asked for a beer and what could I do to help.
