{Note: Please read Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch.1 first for this to make sense. These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}
My cousin 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. This is more of the account of her visit.
Sarah had arrived and she and I had crossed that first hurdle of being nude in front of each other. In our younger days, we had been as close as siblings, but it had been years now since we had seen each other, and suddenly here we were, both over sixty, and we were nude with each other and walking around Broke Oak introducing her to friends and showing her the pool, showers, hot tub, social hall, etc.
Like all good nudists, we carried our towels, but I noticed that Sarah seldom held hers in front of her as though for modesty. I was truly impressed with how she adapted to public nudism.
We met probably a dozen of the residents as we walked around, mostly couples, but not all. We took a dip in the pool and I explained that the pool and hot tub were the two places where nudity was not optional, but mandatory. As the rules direct, we showered in the co-ed shower before hitting the pool. I saw that Sarah watched with interest out of the corner of her eye just how people showered, what they touched – or didn't – and how.
We finished our showers and visited the pool where we lounged for a couple of hours and met the various folks that came and went. Several times I looked over at her and admired her courage to dive in so completely and so fast.
As supper approached we went back to the trailer, stopping to shower again along the way. When we got in and closed the door, Sarah suddenly hugged me, kissed my cheek and thanked me for being understanding and supportive. I felt myself pudge up just a bit in response to the closeness, but I hugged back and said that I was so pleased we were renewing relations.
We grilled some burgers and made salad for supper then cleaned up the kitchen. When we finished, we sat down and watched an HBO movie, knowing Sarah would be tired and need to go to bed early. The only event of that evening was when the main actors in the movie got into a steamy sex scene. I started to swell and grow. By habit, I reached to pull my towel across my lap and Sarah surprised me by saying "Don't you dare, it is normal, natural, it is you, and I enjoy the natural you!"
"As you wish, ... " I answered and just let it be as it was. The movie eventually ended, and I had long since softened, so it was truly no big deal. We stood, I led her to her room (well, mine, but hers for her visit) and asked if she had any questions about what was what, gave her a hug and headed out to the couch. As I settled down I realized that, like me, she slept with the door open and we settled in for a needed sleep.
The night flew by, I slept reasonably well for sleeping on the couch and I awoke to the feeling I wasn't alone, sure enough, Sarah was sitting in the easy chair with the newspaper.
