The Camp - Wedding Bells

The Camp -- Wedding Bells

Vanessa squinted at the bright morning sunlight coming through the window, stretched her arms over head and yawned. She looked over to her fiancé still snoring and smiled. She was anxious for the day she would be saying wedding vows with him.

She crawled out from under the covers, careful not to disturb Troy. She arrived at the kitchen to find her mother, Nancy, already there.

"Morning, mom," Vanessa said in a half-awake voice.

Nancy turned, "oh hi, sweetheart." She pointed at the coffee maker and asked, "just made. Want some?"

"Please," Vanessa replied empathically.

Neither spoke a word as cups were poured and the two made their way out to the front porch. They sat next to each other on the front porch swing. Though it was still early morning, the sun had already started to warm the air. There were no sounds except for the singing birds flitting from tree to tree. It was the best time of the day for both of them.

Nancy broke the silence, "are you still planning on having your wedding here?"

"Why not?"

Nancy shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. It is a beautiful place."

"It does and it's where I get to live."

"But," Nancy started to add, "not all of the people you invited know exactly what kind of place this is."

Vanessa thought for a moment, "True, they might be a little hesitant at first but I'm willing to bet they'll decide to be here."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Well, all of them have met Troy and swooned over him. If they know they'll get a chance to see him in his natural state, as it were, they'll jump at the chance," Vanessa laughed at the thought of her friend ogling her fiancé in the nude.

Nancy nodded her head and smiled, "I can understand that. I know I do," she said as she turned her head to her daughter and smiled.

Several more minutes passed as the pair enjoyed the quiet of the morning. Vanessa glanced at her mother and noticed something.

She nodded at the triangle of fur between her mother's legs, "you're letting it grow back?"

She and Nancy had talked about the difference between Vanessa's bare pubic area versus her mothers, which was kept neatly trimmed.

Nancy looked down and spread her legs a little. She ran her fingers through the dark hair adorning her nether region. "Troy told me one evening after, well you know, that it missed it. I decided to let it grow."

"Interesting. He never said he wanted me to let mine grow."

Nancy laughed and replied, "I asked that same thing," she turned to face Vanessa, "he said this way het gets the best of both worlds."

Nancy started laughing and Vanessa looked at her inquisitively.

"Can you imagine," Nancy started, "Agnes and Monica having this conversation."

Agnes and Monica Anderson were long-time next-door neighbors when they lived in town. When Nancy moved and sold her house, she simply told Agnes that she was going to live with her daughter. Agnes was the type of person that Nancy imagined would rather crawl under a rock that talk about anything to do with sex.

"Oh god," Nancy said, "not in this lifetime."

"I wonder what she's going to do when she gets the wedding invitation," Vanessa smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.

Nancy slowly shook her head and thought for a minute. "You know Bobby just turned 18. Are you inviting him too?"

Vanessa faced her mother, "Of course. When I used to babysit him, I caught him a few times trying to sneak peaks under my skirt." Vanessa paused for a moment, "now he won't have to sneak."

Nancy laughed, "oh you are evil."

****

Nancy wandered around the area where the cabins sat. A lot had changed since she first bought the place. She was able to buy some of the land that sat adjacent to the original property and preserve it. Troy and a few volunteers built trails through the new grounds along with some ideal 'meeting' spots, as they called them for couples as they were on the trail.

They also built a few more cabins. Remodeled and upgraded the existing cabins as well as improved the parking area and made the common building a true clubhouse or 'community' center. This was all done by taking advantage of the fact that they didn't have any visitors in 2020 due to Covid. But they re-opened their gates this year and started welcoming back some of the people who used the frequent the Camp.

Nancy was inspecting one of the cabins when her cellphone rang. She usually didn't have it with her as just where was she going to put it when she wasn't using it? But she was expecting a call from Carol. She had turned over the daily running of the real estate office that she still owned but semi-retired after living permanently at the Camp.

"Hello?"

"Nancy, this is Agnes," said the caller.

"Agnes, how good to hear from you. Vanessa and I were just talking about you this morning. How are you?" Nancy was anticipating this call and questions regarding the wedding invitation.

"I'm good, I'm good. I wanted to talk to you about the wedding invitation," Agnes said.

"Yes, both Vanessa and I are hoping you and Bill can make it. We go back a long time."

"Yes, we do."

"And you know that Monica and Bobby are welcome to come as well. Nancy smiled thinking that Bobby would probably cum without anyone having to touch him just by looking at a naked Vanessa.

"Nancy, I just want to make sure that I'm reading this right. It says that '...the Camp is an adults only Naturist retreat.' And that I don't have to worry about what to wear at a wedding."

"It does. We thought we'd put a little humor into the invitation."

"I see," Agnes replied.

"I know what you're thinking, Agnes. I was in the same place at one time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, when I was asked to buy the place to keep it the way it is rather let some developer destroy it."

"Is that where Vanessa lives now? The place you're now living?" Agnes asked, realizing where Nancy had moved to.

"Yes, it is, Agnes. And I wouldn't trade it for the world," Nancy replied with obvious joy in her voice.

"But, you go, you're," Agnes couldn't finish.

"Naked," Nancy finished for her.

"Everyone can see you. All of you," Agnes exclaimed.

"And I can see all of them," Nancy retorted. "And nobody cares. It's such a freeing feeling."

"I don't know, Nancy. It sounds like a little much for me," Agnes said in a quiet voice.

"I understand," Nancy replied with sympathy in her voice. "Talk it over with Bill. We'd love to have you here, but I don't want you to feel pressured."

There were a few seconds of silence before Agnes replied, "thanks. Wish Vanessa luck for me."

"I will, Agnes," Nancy said. "Are we still on for lunch next Wednesday?"

"Of course, Nance," Agnes replied with a little more cheer in her voice.

"Good. I'll talk to you then."

"See you then," Agnes replied, and they both hung up.

Nancy thought for a few moments, 'Vanessa will be disappointed but that went better than I thought it would'.

****

Nancy walked on the refurbished trail around the small lake. The feel of the light warm breeze on her skin and all its exposed parts felt good. Being naked felt good. It was a freeing feeling. She had to think when was the last time she actually wore any clothes. If anyone would have told her five years ago, she would be living a naked lifestyle, she would have slapped them.

Her phone rang again. She was surprised to see that it was Agnes again, "hello?"

"Nancy? Agnes."

"Hi, Agnes."

"Listen, about meeting up Wednesday," Agnes started.

Nancy immediately felt a little sadness beginning to develop, "yes."

"How about if I meet you at your house," Agnes asked with some hesitation in her voice.

"You mean where I live now?" Nancy asked to confirm she heard Agnes correctly.

"Yes," Agnes replied with a stutter in her voice.

"You know that I'll be naked and others will be to?"

"Yes, I know," Agnes said. Nancy could hear the hesitation in her voice. "I want to try it. Just by myself at first, if that's okay."

Nancy felt relieved, "Yes, of course. I totally understand."

"Thanks, Nancy. I'll see you Wednesday."

"See you then," and chuckled as the call was immediately disconnected by Agnes. She could tell that Agnes was intrigued but nervous.

****

Vanessa and Nancy were sitting on the front porch swing mid-day Wednesday when Vanessa asked, "aren't you meeting Agnes for lunch today?"

"I still am," Nancy and turned her head towards Vanessa, "except she's coming here."

Vanessa's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "here?"

Nancy nodded, "yup."

"Wow, I didn't expect that."

"Neither did I," Nancy replied and thought about the phone conversation. "It seems she's been thinking about it and seeing miss prim and proper here," Nancy said, pointing to herself, "is now living naked that she wants to see for herself."

Vanessa smiled, "I know I don't want to go back to the textile world."

"Is she bringing anyone else?" Vanessa added.

Nancy shook her head, "no, just her. I don't think she's even told anyone else about the invitation."

"This will be interesting."

They watched as a car pulled in and parked in an open slot. They could see Agnes in the driver's seat just sitting. After a minute, the door opened and Agnes stepped out wearing shorts, a blouse, and sandals. Nancy stood and motioned for Vanessa to remain where she was. Nancy went down the steps to Agnes who seemed frozen in place.

"Hello, Agnes. Welcome to what we simply call The Camp."

"You really are, um, naked," Agnes said as she looked at her long-time neighbor totally nude except for the sandals on her feet.

"Yes, I told you I would be," she turned and waved to Vanessa to join them and then back to Agnes, "and you remember Vanessa."

Both women looked as Vanessa went down the front steps and over to meet them. As much as Agnes tried not to, she couldn't help but look at them from head to toe, stopping momentarily at their mid-section. She noticed that Vanessa was bare of any pubic hair where Nancy still had hers.

Agnes looked up and saw that they caught her looking. Both of them were just smiling and Nancy said, "it's okay to look, Agnes. And yes, as you noticed my daughter keeps her pussy bare where I keep mine a little more natural, if you will" as she just touched her pubic hair with her fingers.

"Shall we go inside," Nancy suggested, stepping aside and pointing her arm towards the house.

Nancy hooked her arm in Agnes' as they made their way to the house, "I am so glad that you decided to come out here."

Agnes remained silent as they ascended the stairs and then said, "Well, to be honest, I wasn't going to."

"What changed your mind?" Nancy asked.

"Well, I called my sister. I didn't know what to do. I explained to her what happened," Agnes said and turned to Nancy.

"What did she say?"

Agnes sighed, "it appears that my sister is a nudist and thought it was a fantastic idea. That I should get out of my rut and try it."

Nancy smiled and nodded her head, "I get it, I had to be dragged out my first time." Nancy opened the door and said "shall we go in."

Once inside, Nancy said, "Agnes, you've noticed that both Vanessa and I are naked. No one is forcing to join us. You can stay dressed if you would like. Whatever makes you more comfortable."

Agnes stood there for a second, "no, I came out here to see what it's like. I might as well join you."

Nancy pointed to a room off to the side, "you can go in that room and undress if you'd like. Just leave your clothes on the chair. We'll be on the front porch when you're ready. Oh, and make sure that you wear your sandals."

Agnes took another look at Vanessa and Nancy and without a word entered the room and closed the door behind her.

After about 15 minutes, Vanessa stated, "I wonder if she's okay?"

"I'm sure she's fine," Nancy offered.

Just then they both turned to see the front door open and out came a completed naked Agnes, "well, I'm here."

Nancy smiled, "yes, you are."

Nancy and Vanessa stood up and Nancy said, "come, let me show you around."

Nancy started down the steps and Agnes followed. Being it was the middle of the week, there weren't as many people around as there are on the weekends. But there were enough for Agnes to slowly become used to looking at other nude people and have people look at her.

Agnes suddenly stopped and put her hand to her mouth.

"What's the matter?" Nancy asked.

"I know her," Agnes replied, her fingers covering her mouth and her eyes wide.

"Doris Miller?" Nancy asked.

Agnes nodded her head.

"Doris has been coming here for a couple of years."

Agnes stayed as Doris approached, "Agnes, is that you?" said the approaching woman.

"Doris?" Agnes asked rhetorically.

"It's been ages since I've seen you. I think the last time was the parent teacher conference when Bobby was in my class," Doris said.

Agnes finally dropped her hand, "I think you're right."

Nancy and Vanessa stepped back a little and let the two friends gets reacquainted. Agnes seemed to become more at ease as the conversation progressed. Finally, Agnes and Doris hugged and said their good-byes. Nancy couldn't help but notice that Agnes' nipples had become hard and stuck out from her breasts.

It was late afternoon before Agnes decided she needed to leave. "Lord, would you look at what time it is? I've got to get home. Bobby will be home shortly, and Bill won't be too far behind."

"You coming back?" Nancy asked.

Agnes took Nancy's hands in hers, tilted her head a little, "Yes. I am. You're right, this is so freeing and wonderful. I love the feeling of the sun and the breeze on my body. I really don't want to get dressed again."

"I'm glad," Nancy replied and smiled.

"But I supposed I better get dressed. Wouldn't want to scare the rest of the family if I walked in naked," Agnes said with a laugh.

"No, probably not," Nancy offered, "but it might help them to come out of their shell."

Agnes shook her head, "No, Bill is so stuck in the past. We don't even have sex unless the lights are out. That is when we have sex."

"I'm sorry," Nancy said.

"Me too," Agnes replied.

****

The dinner table at the Anderson house that night was quiet, each lost in their own thoughts. Agnes had been worrying about how to tell the rest of her family that she was going to the wedding. She finally decided just to say it. So, she did.

"I've decided to go to Vanessa's wedding," Agnes said to no one in particular.

Everyone stopped eating and looked at her in surprise. Each was wondering if she was going to truly be naked at a wedding.

Bill put down his fork and crossed his fingers in front of him, "are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes, Bill, I am. I went out to see Nancy today and found out what it's like."

Bill's face showed surprise, "you went wandering around nude outside with a bunch of strangers?"

"Nancy is not a stranger, but there were people I didn't know," Agnes said defensively.

"I can't fucking believe you," he responded with increased anger.

Agnes burst out in anger, "well fucking isn't something we've done in a very long time. Do you even remember the last time you saw me naked?"

They stared at each other for a moment. Bobby and Monica quietly slid their chairs back away from the table, wanting to be anywhere else but there.

"That's not the point," Bill retorted, "decent people don't run around in public naked."

"I wasn't running around in public. It's a private setting that Nancy owns. You remember Nancy, don't you, she lived next door."

"Yes, I remember Nancy. I thought she was an upstanding citizen. Apparently, I was wrong."

"Well, I remember we used to go to the nude beach before we were married. You liked it then," she paused and tilted her head, "what happened."

Bill didn't say a thing. He threw his napkin down on his plate and got up in such a way that he knocked over the chair he was sitting in. The other three watched as he picked up his keys and stormed out the front door. The next noise was the squeal of his tires as he drove away.

Agnes, not about to be put off after finding a newfound freedom, "do either of you want to go?" She looked at her daughter first.

Monica responded, "Did you really get naked?"

Agnes smiled, "I did. Nancy showed me all around the place. It's quite nice."

Monica thought for a moment and then slowly shook her head, "no, I don't think I want to go."

Agnes turned towards her son, "what about you?"

Bobby thought for a moment. He always thought that his mom was a fox and that Mrs. Gibbons had a body that he would love to see. The idea of seeing both of them naked made his decision for him, "I'll go with you, mom."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Agnes responded.

****

Agnes pulled into the parking lot of The Camp on the day of the wedding. Bobby sat in the seat beside her.

"Well, are you ready?"

Bobby gulped a little. Sure, he was finally going to get see his mom naked. But he realized that he would also be naked in front of everyone.

Not wanting to appear weak, he nodded his head, "as ready as I'll ever be."

They got out of the car and walked over the house. Bobby looked around while they were going up the steps and saw a number of nude people. He noticed that they were of all different ages and different body shapes. No one seemed to care. He was surprised to find that not all were the 'swimsuit model' type as he had expected. There were still a good number of females that caused his penis to have a reaction.

He turned towards the door when he heard voices from inside. The door opened and there stood Mrs. Gibbons completely bare except for the sandals on her feet. His cock immediately became as hard as his pants would allow. She was better looking that he had envisioned, and he had envisioned her many times over the years.

He followed his mother inside. He tried to keep from looking at Nancy but found it difficult.

"It's okay, Bobby. It's okay to look, just don't stare, okay?" Nancy said as she put an arm around him. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and was curious how developed he was.

"Agnes, I took the liberty of setting you and Bobby up in one of our cabins. That way you won't have to rush off and maybe stay a while," Nancy said.

Agnes smiled, "I'd like that."

"Your cabin is number seven and it's right over there," Nancy said as she pointed to where it sat.

"Well, if you will excuse me, I think I'll change into something a little more comfortable," and she turned to her son, "you ready?"

"I guess," he responded, his throat suddenly dry.

Agnes and Bobby made their way over to their cabin and stepped inside. It had recently been remodeled and was very well appointed. There was a main living area with a sofa and a couple of chairs, a bedroom with a dresser and a single bed, a small kitchenette, and a bathroom.

"This is very nice. What do you think?" she asked turning to Bobby.

He nodded his head in agreement. He looked at the sofa and figured it looked soft enough to sleep on as there was only one bed in the unit. "I like it."

"I'm going to go into the bedroom and undress. Perhaps you can use the bathroom?" Agnes asked.

Bobby just nodded his head and watched as his mother went into the bedroom and closed the door. Taking a deep breath, Bobby went into the bathroom and closed the door. He thought to himself that this was the moment of truth, could he strip down and show everything to his mom and the rest of the camp. His erection had disappeared.

"Bobby, are you almost ready?" he heard his mother call out.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

"Sweetheart, I know it's difficult the first time. Trust me. It was for me to. But it didn't take very long for that feeling to go away and start enjoying the freedom."

"Okay," he replied and with one final hesitation, removed his underwear, his last bit of clothing. He could feel his heart pounding as he reached for the doorknob, hesitated for a second, then turned it and stepped out.