PROLOGUE
My wife Audrey and I retired not too long ago. To celebrate this new stage of our life together, we headed off on a bit of a bucket-list trip to some of the places around the world that we most wanted to visit. One night at dinner we encountered a couple much older than us who regaled us with the story of how they met and had lived such a fulfilling life together. Later that evening in bed, Audrey and I got to reminiscing about the good old days, how we had met and how our lives had led to where we are now. Sadly, we had also recently suffered the loss of a close family member which made the production of these memoirs even more poignant.
What follows is a true recollection of the experiences of Audrey and I. I know that the previous statement sounds like the opening sentence to just about every sordid letter ever sent to the editor of a men's magazine that I have ever read, however, it remains nonetheless true. The only details that were intentionally changed were people's names.
The highlighted events recounted occurred over the course of the many decades through which our relationship has lasted and indeed, grown stronger. Over the eight or so months that it took to adequately document these recollections, Audrey has reviewed them at least a dozen times, filled in innumerable gaps and provided countless clarifications. Our eldest (adult) daughter has also read the text from start to finish when it was somewhere between 80% and 90% complete. She also provided feedback and her recollections on the timing of certain events. Please be assured that she was much too young at the time to actually witness the events I'm about to recount.
Please note: Where events occurred in the distant past, some of the dialogue provided captures only the essence of what was said rather than being a verbatim account.
Both Audrey and I have both done a fair bit of technical writing in our professional lives, however, this is the first time that either of us have turned our attention to this this type of subject matter. We sincerely hope that you enjoy this account of our wonderful life together.
Ben & Audrey.
OUR STORY BEGINS
My wife Audrey and I are nudists. Consequently, when our children came along, we also raised them as nudists and spent most of our time together without the encumberments of clothing. Naturally, when we left the house we dressed the part and when non-nudist (we never liked the term "textile") friends and family came to visit, we covered up out of respect for their sensitivities.
Luckily, our property was some distance out of town and relatively secluded. This meant that when the weather was suitable, and it was suitable for most of the year, we also spent a lot of our outdoors time without clothing.
The story of how Audrey and I met is, in my opinion, a rather interesting one. Audrey and I actually met when we were both visiting a nudist resort for the first time. Back then, I was dating a lovely lady by the name of Jennifer who just so happened to be a naturist. She first got me accustomed to simply being naked around the house with her before graduating to nude beaches and then eventually some more adventuresome nudist hiking.
Seeing that my comfort level had increased, she suggested to me that we should visit a nudist resort that she was familiar with. She said that she knew a number of people that visited there frequently and that I should have a lot in common with many of them. Surprisingly to me, I agreed.
It took some time, but eventually we managed to get some time off work together and we booked ourselves in for a week of sunshine and no clothing.
Once we had settled into our cabin, I was busy studying the activities guide when Jennifer suggested that we venture outside and explore the resort in person. As it was a fairly warm day, she recommended that we start with the swimming pool. When we arrived at the swimming pool, we found that it was full of fairly vocal children running around, jumping into the pool and generally enjoying themselves.
This was clearly one of those times where words were unnecessary. Jennifer and I exchanged the briefest of glances and turned around in unison to leave. As we completed our about face, we encountered another couple standing right behind us, they must have entered the pool area just after us. They appeared to be approximately our age and in the process of making the same discovery that we had just made. Jennifer and I did not know it yet, but this couple were Audrey and her boyfriend Jason.
I'm not normally the superficial type, but Audrey left me gob-smacked, she was just so beautiful. It was more good luck than good management that I managed to remain flaccid during our first meeting. Audrey was tall, almost my height, just fractionally shorter. She was in magnificent physical condition. Her shoulders were fairly broad and well developed, like she had been a swimmer or gymnast or something. Her arms, legs and abdomen were lean and muscular, but in a very feminine way. Her breasts were spectacular, full, round and firm, yet not disproportional to the rest of her body. And then there was her bush, I could write chapters on her bush alone, it was full and one hundred percent natural.
Her thighs and calves were lean and pleasantly muscular. Perhaps she did some running or maybe some cycling. I got all of the way to her toes and noticed something quizzical. Her toenails were painted, that by itself was not really all that unusual, they were, however, all painted a different colour. Her big toes were red, the next toes were orange, followed by yellow, green and then blue.
As I started looking back up her body, I noticed that she had moved her hands to her hips and by the time I got back up to her head, her eyebrows were raised and her lips pushed together as if to say "Did you get a good enough look pervert?"
I smiled and met her eyes and said "I love your toenails".
Audrey stood motionless, disbelievingly scrunching up one side of her mouth slightly.
"Yes, they are a perfectly adequate representation of the refraction of white light considering the number of digits on the average human foot." I concluded with a smile.
"Well, thank you, most people either don't notice or understand. Do you like my fingers too?" she said as she held them up for me to inspect. Each nail had a different mathematical symbol, there was a sigma and a pi and delta and a square root as well as the traditional four operators.
"Very clever." I said nodding approvingly.
"We were planning on having a quick swim, but the pool is otherwise occupied." said Jennifer.
"Yes, that was our plan too." responded Jason despondently.
"There's lots of other things to do around here, surely we can come up with something." suggested Jennifer.
Audrey asked, "Do they have tennis courts?"
"Yes they do. Just over there." Jennifer replied pointing off to her right.
"How about some mixed doubles?" asked Audrey cheerfully.
Jennifer held out her hand saying "Sure. Hi I'm Jennifer and this is my boyfriend Ben."
Audrey took Jennifer's hand and shook it saying, "This is Jason and I'm Audrey."
Jason and I shook hands and nodded hello before swapping partners to shake hands with Jennifer and Audrey respectively.
"They have some racquets that you can borrow, but I'll have to stop off at our cabin to put on some shoes." said Jennifer as she pointed toward the exit.
"We had to walk from the other end of the resort, so we decided to wear shoes." replied Audrey.
"We're happy to wait while you get your shoes." added Jason helpfully.
"Nonsense, come with us. Our cabin is on the way to the tennis courts, it'll only take a minute." I responded.
With that, Jason stepped aside making a sweeping hand gesture and said, "Lead the way."
Jennifer and I lead them back to our cabin and invited them in. We made small talk as we dug through our luggage looking for suitable footwear. Once found and we were appropriately shod, we were out of our cabin and on the court within about five minutes.
The first thing that comes to the minds of many of people when they think of nudism is voyeurism. For me, it's about the freedom of not being constrained by clothing and prudish society. I can, however, understand why voyeuristic intent is a common misunderstanding among non-practitioners. When I first started, I admit, I did check out the ladies. As I became more settled and accustomed a mixed-company clothes-free lifestyle, I checked out the ladies less and less.
This tennis match tested my resolve, however. Not only was Audrey's skill level far beyond anything that Jennifer or I could muster, but I also found her toned athletic body to be an incredible distraction. The way her breasts bounced when she served or returned a shot was bad enough. The distraction of having to watch those arse cheeks flex as she walked back to the baseline to serve would certainly be the basis for a protest under any other conditions.
