My cousin Elizabeth was coming to visit me at the nudist resort where I was spending the summer. After weeks of correspondence and phone calls we had finally arrived at dates that made sense for the both of us. Now the moment had come and I walked to the door to answer the bell.
"Well, how are you?", she said. She gave me a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek and stepped across the threshold. "I really like your place"
"Thanks", I replied. "Did you see any naked people on the way in?" I still had not figured out how the nudity thing would work out even though she had assured me that it was not only not a problem, but an aspect of the visit that she was looking forward to.
"I was actually thinking you would be the first naked person I'd see, but I guess you got shy at the last moment?" I knew it was my job to be making her feel at ease, but somehow it seemed as if the roles were reversed. She looked relaxed and genuinely pleased to be here.
"I didn't think I was shy any more but maybe you're right". I offered her drink and generally helped her to feel settled. From the guest room she called out that she would take a shower to refresh herself after the travel. I showed her the cupboard where the towels were and told her to take her time since dinner would not be for a couple of hours yet.
When I heard the water start to run I switched on the tv to find the sports channel in the middle of all day tennis coverage. I was not enough of a fan to determine which tournament it was, but I absent-mindedly followed the action back and forth.
After twenty minutes or so I heard the water go off and then the door swung open. Elizabeth padded into the living room with just a towel wrapped around her. I felt slightly shocked but mainly thrilled to see her that way. At the age of 42 the trim figure that was obvious in the clothes she wore was even more obvious with just a towel covering it. She sat down on one of the living room chairs with her knees pressed together but otherwise projecting a happy energy in my direction.
"So tell me", she said, "if I wasn't here right now would you be sitting around in those shorts and t-shirt watching tv?"
"No", I replied.
"You'd be naked, I guess, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would"
"Well, I came here to enjoy a break from work, and to enjoy your company, not to interrupt your routine, so..."
"Would you be comfortable if I was naked right now?"
"I'd be more than comfortable – I think I would like that very much!"
With that encouragement I got up from the sofa and pulled the t-shirt off over my head. A little more self-consciously I undid the button and fly of my shorts and stepped out of them. I paused and looked at Elizabeth, although I don't know what I expected. I guess permission of sorts?
"Would you normally be lounging around in your underwear", Elizabeth asked, laughing. Why was I feeling so hesitant we she was so obviously relaxed about the situation? "Why don't we just pause there until I am more acclimatised. You look very nice in your underwear, they fit you so well. In fact, you look so nice I think I would like to take your picture! Would you mind?"
I had never thought about this aspect, but of course what could be more natural on a visit with family than taking pictures? I agreed immediately.
Elizabeth disappeared into her room searched among her things. Although I assumed she was just looking for her camera she reappeared in a bra and panties, explaining that she thought that it would be more comfortable if we were in a matched state of undress. She also had with her the camera and asked me to stand by the window. I tried to smile as naturally as I could as she clicked the shutter and checked the result on the LCD screen at the back of the camera.
"Very good", she exclaimed. "Would you like to take a picture of me in my underwear?"
I said nothing but reached for the camera. Elizabeth posed herself confidently where I had been standing. She placed her hands on her hips and twisted her torso slightly to a ¾ angle that showed of her slight breasts to advantage.
"How is this?", she asked.
"You look great, Liz", I answered.
"Show me", she said, coming beside me to look at the camera's display. "Oh, my boobs look so small!"
"No they don't – in fact they look wonderful", I responded. "I always thought you had about the most perfect boobs a woman can have". Although my wife's had been large, they were also somewhat misshapen and I had conversely preferred smaller ones.
"Well, I'm flattered...but let me have that camera back, I want to take some more pictures of you!"
"OK", I said, not knowing what she had in mind but feeling somewhat excited just by the simple request.
""Why don't you turn around for this one and look back over your shoulder? Yes, just like that would be nice. Now smile!"
I did as she asked and the flash went off as soon as I was in position.
