{Note: These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}
I grew up with Mom, Dad, and two older sisters living in a home in a suburb of Phoenix. My aunt Linda lived maybe a mile away from us. She had a son the age of my oldest sister and a daughter, Sarah, only four months younger than me. Linda's husband, Uncle Jeff, had died in a car wreck when we were all pretty young; I don't really remember him, to tell the truth. Aunt Linda taught high school, never remarried, and recently retired from the school system. She is not wealthy, but she has enough to travel often and she does, sometimes for months at a time.
Now, this story is about my cousin Sarah. The information about her mom was just to explain the background for what took place.
Sarah called out of the blue. She wanted to come and visit during one of her mom's trips abroad. School was out (like her mom, she teaches high school); her recent divorce was final and the dust settling; and, we had not seen each other in about 10 years.
I warned Sarah about my new living arrangements. She notionally knew for years that I was a nudist, but had not yet heard that I lived in a nude community fulltime. I shared this with her, explaining that she could wear as little or much as she wanted for a couple of days, but by day three, would be expected by the resort rules to be nude. I also let he know that from my perspective, she was always welcome to visit and that I would look forward to having time with her after all these years. Sarah thought about all this -- the silence was palpable -- and then said she would be okay with it and would participate from the beginning.
Arrangements were made, time passed, and the day of her arrival finally dawned. I drove up to San Antonio and met her at the airport. Her morning flight turned into an early afternoon arrival, so after we gathered her luggage and discussed why women always pack so much, we hit the road and stopped for lunch on the way back.
"How should we work out this nudity thing?" Sarah asked as we waited for our food. "I mean, part of me is just fine with it, but part of me is still a bit squeamish. Can we set out a kind of plan and then stick to it, so I don't have to think about it, I can just go step by step?"
"Sure, but before we make a plan, can you tell me what most concerns you or is the biggest 'unknown' floating around in your mind?"
"Well, I truly think I am fine with being nude and being nude with others, it is mostly how to 'get nude,' so to speak. Any ideas?" she responded.
I had to give Sarah credit, she seemed to be pretty level-headed about this. So, based on what she shared, I suggested that we plan to drive to my home, we'd park and unload the car. She was warned that there might or might no be nude people visible once we were on the grounds, but we would just not make a big deal about them and go straight to the trailer. Once inside, I'd show Sarah where the bedroom was (I would be sleeping on the couch, of course) and then I would go in the front room while she used the bedroom. We would both get nude and wrap in a towel. Sarah would come into the front room ad we would have a soda. Once she was seated and we had our sodas, I would remove my towel and sit down. The Sarah was to stand, remove her towel and sit down and we would simply drink our sodas and catch up on old times.
The plan sounded perfect for what Sarah wanted and we ate our burgers that were just being served.
