BE PREPARED, THIS IS NOT A BONDAGE STORY. It is the final episode of the Naked Campground adventures and I felt it should be placed here to end this series. Yes yet another ending.
------------------ CLYDE smelled fishy.
What’s a membership RV Park and Why?
And other useless crap you don’t want to know.
----It was now 1990. I was 51 and Dollie 49. Still full of piss and vinegar. We were making plans for retiring in 1994 but still taking as many weekend camping trips as possible. Got advertisements to camp free at a new membership grand opening at the same RV park where that nudist campground used to be. These always included camping for the weekend, usually in a special nicer site, free steak dinners, a few drinks, and other perks to attract suckers to take the tour.
--We’d been camping often along Lake Michigan in the Dunes State parks, having fun walking the long miles of beaches nude or nearly so. Odds are we’d never get the chance to go up that way after moving. Be fun to check out the old campground and see how that nudist loop looks now. We knew it had been torn down, actually as we spent our last time there so long ago. We also had friends outside Detroit and knew of many scenic and interesting places to go in lower Michigan. Maybe Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village again! So I called and made our reservations for July 1990.
----The RV park had changed dramatically. Not only different name but the place looked totally different with nice paved streets and RV sites. The only catch was we were gonna have to waste a few hours on Saturday listening to a sales pitch. Much like those Condo sales talks. Hell we’ve sat through many of those and said no many times. Well, I did get suckered in twice when we originally joined a membership system and then another $5000 upgrade. At the time we’d planned on selling everything and actually living in the membership system full time. With up to four weeks allowed in each park it sounded great.
---Like everything that’s too good to be true, it wasn’t too good! By the time we retired many of those Home Parks closed down, restrictions about holidays and special events, and other crap, narrowed down those extended stays. Others who were already retired began finding it difficult to find a park to move to next. Too much crap to worry about as they got older.
--- Ending up in State parks and expensive private RV parks, or Wally World parking lots didn’t sound like a plan. So I wasn’t about to say yes to anymore additional memberships. We already had $10,000 and over $300 monthly membership fees wrapped up in this system since the early 80‘s. When camping at the parks was free or $1 a night at some, and we went many weekends a year, it seemed to be a good deal. Even then, it wasn’t free camping.
---Fast forward to retiring. Dues kept climbing with no gauranteed limit. There were no longer any free nites, and those $1 sur-charge campgrounds were $5 and $10 a night. Hell we could stay in some County and State parks for that. There were no membership parks near us now so we just stopped sending our dues. Can’t do that! Funny, if we didn’t pay our dues they threatened to cancel us yet when we wanted to get out of the system we can’t. Okay. I just stopped paying and after a bunch of threats we were canceled. That was easy even though we did loose a lot of money. Still for many years it was the best thing we could have done. Great up scale RV parks with free baby sitters in the way of activity directors and kiddy lodges for our kids to hang out while we played.
---Back to 1990, me 51 and Dollie 49. We arrived at the membership RV park and got a great RV site, signed up for the required sales talk, and decided to take a walk down to where the old nudist campground loop was. We actually had difficulty finding it. The tall privacy fence, the telephone poles and light wires, even the gravel road, were gone. In it’s place was a narrow foot path. All we really found of the little campground was the cement floor and foundation of the old shower house near the small lake. Even the lake shore and the nice trail around it were grown over with weeds and small brush.
--Back at the main RV campground everyone seemed to be dressed for a family affair. Jeans and mostly long sleeved shirts, men and women alike, in July! We wore short shorts and Dollie some sort of cleavage poppin top. We seemed to be getting stares from the others as we parked our rig and walked down toward the woods. Still, force of habit, Dollie removed her blouse as we neared the old nudist park lake. We found the remains of the old sand beach and waded through the weeds to the edge of the small lake.
--We were greeted by a male voice. At first neither of us saw anyone. There he was, sitting on a log close by, fishing. Of course the normal intelligent question I asked “Ya catchin anything?” “Yep” and he walked over to pick up his fish basket, half full of nice Blue Gill and Sun fish. I no more than said “ those are some nice big ones.” when he stared straight at Dollie and replied “them are too.” Dollie apologized and started to put her blouse on. The fisherman, we’ll call him Clyde, said something like “shucks Ma’am, ain’t no need to cover them big titties up. Years back this here lake was plumb full of naked wimmin and boys. This was a nudist park.” Sort of surprised us, as he continued without hardly giving us time to say much more than Yes and no kiddin.
----Like I mentioned, I was 51 and Dollie 49. Clyde said he was 50 or near that. Said he remembered camping there with his mom and dad over 40 years ago when the Smith girls had a nudist camp there in these woods. Said he used to sneak down there with his little friend to stare at titties. What a coincidence this meeting was.
---Dollie told Clyde that we’d discovered the place 5 or 6 years ago and met Irene Smith, who had married and then had a different name. “Yea, she married Ira” was Clyde’s reply. “I sure wished the nudist park was still here. Seein your big titties brings back so many old memories. Thanks ma’am. You made my day.” Clyde got a little cocky as he kept staring at Dollie’s boobs. Them things sure look hard. Wished I could squeeze one of them. I‘d give this whole basket of fish just to touch em.”
--Dollie told Clyde he could keep his fish but she’d be happy to let him feel her boobies. About then Clyde’s fishing rod bent and he reeled in another nice Crappie. I remember him saying “danged, now my hands are slimy and smell like fish. Dollie told him to rinse them in the lake and they’d be okay. It was funny watching Clyde grab those two sun heated titties with his iced cold hands.
---At that time Dollie’s nipples were still at least 1/4th inch long. It was much later I and some friends ripped her piercing rings out numerous times, leaving only the flat nipple areoles. Dollie’s hot breasts being grabbed by Clyde’s ice cold wet hands caused her nipples to pop right out even longer.
--I knew what this caused and just holding her breasts caused it to happen even more. Add to that Clyde rubbing those hard protruding nipples and Dollie began moaning and squirming around. Clyde knew what was going on and he continued working on Dollie’s nipples for quite some time. Dollie finally backed away and thanked Clyde. She was embarrassed and told him she can’t take it anymore.
---I don’t know how we find these ornery perverts. Clyde looked at Dollie and said something like “I’ll bet your pussy is as wet and smelly as my basket of Crappie now.” Okay, I guess I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t resist. Dollie’s shorts were extremely short with a very special narrow crotch. Of course she rarely wore panties and had none on then. Without thinking, I said “ya want to find out, reach up there and feel it.” Dollie giggled and didn’t say much as far as I remember. But she didn’t say no either. I’m thinking Clyde’s reply was “she might slap me.” I said “Pull your crotch aside dear and let the man feel your pussy.” She did and Clyde did. Must have fingered her c*nt several minutes then went back to fondling her titties and rubbing Dollie’s hard nipples.
--Not sure if we were lucky or things just worked out well. We heard voices and soon saw several other people headed toward the lake. Dollie slipped on her blouse, we thanked Clyde, and went back to our RV. We were being stared at again by other campers so went in our RV and put on jeans and button down shirts.
--The couple next to us, probably our ages, walked over and we sat around sipping tea or beer and talked. Soon another couple joined us. This is what we love about camping. I’ll swear the first gal unbuttoned several buttons of her blouse. Or they just popped open. Soon her titties were showing from time to time as she reached and moved around. Out of nowhere they were all talking about how hot Dollie had looked earlier and how stuffy others looked. The other woman and both men agreed, saying this is a campground. People should look comfortable.
---Maybe we were drinking beer and not tea. I remember one guy unbuttoning most of his wife’s blouse buttons and soon both women were showing ample amounts of pretty titties. Beer does that! One of the gals encouraged Dollie to show them her boobs too so Dollie unhooked a few buttons on her blouse. One of the women pulled it aside so they all could get a better look at Dollie's titties.
---Out of nowhere she shocked us. The woman leaned over and began kissing then sucking Dollie's tittie right there at the picnic table. Lucky we were facing away from the road and it was getting dark out. We sat around several hours eating, drinking, staring at titties, and talking about sexy women as they let their titties peek out. Those sort of accidentally on purpose semi-flashes women do.
---Again we were surprised. The tittie sucker asked if any of us had known there used to be a nudist camp here in the park. She said her and her husband camped back there a few times and really enjoyed it. Seems like we talked about that for another hour or more. Before Dollie could say anything else I’d called her into the RV to help bring out food or beverages. I’d actually called her in to ask her not to mention us at the nudist campground and asked what she thought about getting her tittie sucked by another woman. Dollie actually loved it!.
--- Funny, earlier Clyde had walked by with his basket of fish and yelled out “Hello MsDollie. Hope I see you down at the lake again.” We could have met Clyde to play again and probably talked at least that one couple to join us at the old nudist camp loop. But we spent the weekend listening to the sales presentation, lounging in the new pool dressed like old foggies, and talking to our new campground neighbors while the women exchanged sneak tit shots. That woman had to have been a lesbian. She often reached in and fondled Dollie's boobs while her husband and the other couple watched. Me too!
--- Five years passed and we still had a bit of excitement at the old nudist camp. As I often say, you just can't plan this stuff! Is this Karma crap real or is there such a thing as kinky Guardian Angels? We really have been blessed.
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