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“It’s called a landed club,” Lana explained, “Because they own their own property and facilities. As opposed to a travel club that doesn’t own their own place. They usually meet and have parties in the members’ homes.”

Royce wasn’t much interested in the difference.

“Do you think I’ll have a problem? You know walking around like that?”

“A lot of men worry about it their first time,” Lana said soothingly. “Don’t worry. You won’t have any embarrassing reactions.”

“I don’t know,” he objected. “I like to look at naked women.”

“And I like to look at naked men,” she retorted. “Every man I see I’m going to check out his dick. His butt too. So will a lot of the women.” She glanced at Royce. “Just don’t be obvious about it. Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

With that she looked out her window and began humming a tune.

It was about a two hour drive to the nudist club. Lana pointed out the spot where they had to turn off the highway. If she hadn’t Royce wouldn’t have even noticed there was what passed for a road cutting through the tangle of underbrush. The dirt and gravel surface became rougher the farther down it they went. After a couple of miles they turned onto another road. They passed a handful of isolated farms.

Finally coming around a curve Royce spotted an exceptionally tall privacy fence. It was ten feet high and extended down the side of the road as far as he could see. The main gate however was just a short distance away.

“We’re here,” Lana announced.

There was a small office just past the gate. Royce and Lana went in together. A deeply tanned woman quickly took down the required information to check them in. Royce didn’t know what to expect and he was slightly surprised that she was quite conventionally dressed in a colored shirt and shorts.

Back in the car Lana directed him down the road into the heart of the camp. To their right was a vast expanse of open turf. Off to the left they saw a number of trailers in neat rows. Each was centered on its own little plot of ground.

“Permanent residents,” Lana explained. “They live here year round.”

The road curved around and a building came in sight.

“That’s the clubhouse,” Lana said.

In front of the clubhouse was the swimming pool and the volleyball area and that was what grabbed Royce’s attention.

“Incredible!” he exclaimed.

He knew where he had come. He knew what to expect. But even with that understanding nothing could have prepared him for that first sight. Two teams playing an impromptu game of volleyball. Men and women, every one of them completely naked, seemingly oblivious to their nudity as they concentrated their attention solely on the game.

The road curved around further to the far side of the clubhouse ending in a small parking lot. Royce parked his car and they both stepped out.

“Where do we go to get undressed?” he asked.

“Right here,” Lana informed him as she began stripping.

After a slight hesitation Royce followed suit and in a few minutes they were both standing naked next to the car. Lana folded their clothes neatly and placed them on the back seat.

“Inventory time,” she announced. “Don’t lock your keys up in your car. Check. I’ll get the tent. Check. You’ve got your bag. Hold mine too. No, I’ll take it. Check. Can you get the mattress and pump? Check.

“All right. Let’s go.”

Lana led Royce to a grassy area not far from the clubhouse. A few tents were already standing and they quickly set up their own. An outlet was provided on a post not far from where they put their tent. Lana plugged in the air pump. Soon they had the mattress inflated and positioned in the tent.

“I knew I forgot something,” Lana admitted. “I left the sheets and pillows in the car.”

“I’ll get them,” Royce said.

“Now to the pool,” Lana announced when their tent was completely prepared.

For Royce what followed was one incredible experience after another. Being naked with Lana, out in the open down by the pool as they never could have been back at the apartments. The feel of her body as he applied sun block to her. Everywhere. The gentle touch of her hands as she returned the service to his body. Everywhere. And then lounging in the chairs intermixed with dips in the pool, and always the taking note of other people.

It was a busy weekend for the club as the fading season had brought out many types of guests seeking to squeeze in as much summer enjoyment as possible. As Royce surreptitiously studied them he felt he could distinguish the veteran nudists from the newbie’s. And being a newbie himself they especially held his interest.

There were some young couples who found camaraderie in seeking each other out and forming instant friendships. Three very attractive young women had obviously come to the club together. Royce surmised they were very interested in nudism but hesitated to try it out alone. There were the active people who kept the volleyball games going. And there were the sedentary types who simply wanted to soak up sun.

Lana occasionally entered into conversations with other women she knew and she would always introduce them to Royce. But mostly they kept to themselves.

Shortly before noon a young couple, younger even than himself, arrived and settled in a shaded spot around the near corner of the pool. Royce pegged them as experienced nudists despite their youth. It was difficult to not be obvious as he stared and stared at them. The woman was lovely but what captured his attention was that she was clearly pregnant.

Royce’s thoughts were filled with memories of his own repressive childhood which so severely contrasted with the vision this young budding family presented, this wonderful family so free to enjoy life without guilt. He yearned for a different personal history. He wished he could have grown up in a family like this.

“Let’s get some lunch,” Lana suggested. “Café’s over there.”

Royce turned his gaze on her in silent admiration of her beautiful body so absolutely displayed for his enjoyment. All his thoughts of Lana, of this wonderful young family, of the veterans and the newbie’s, of the three young women, of just everything he saw now meshed in his mind to produce a peace and contentment beyond what he had ever before known.

“Lunch?” he replied. “Yes, I’m ready.”

The café was quickly filling up with the lunch crowd. There was only one unclaimed table left and Royce and Lana immediately grabbed it. Each table though was spacious and had chairs for six people. With more and more hungry people coming in that was too much spare capacity to waste.

“Mind if I join you?” a middle aged woman asked cheerfully.

“Glad to have you,” Lana beamed as Royce smilingly pulled back the chair next to him.

“I could have just gone back to my house,” the woman explained as she accepted the chair. “But I didn’t. I live over in the trailer park.”

Royce studied her more closely. She was a large person with some unnecessary pounds. But obviously that didn’t bother her. Like most of the veterans she was deeply tanned and Royce guessed she had been born into a nudist family and raised with it her entire life. And so had turned out charmingly well adjusted and completely comfortable with her own body, sagging breasts and belly rolls not withstanding. As she and Lana carried on a lively conversation Royce, sitting between them, immediately warmed to her, wishing he could always have her as a friend.

“Hello,” came a lilting female voice. “Is there room for us?”

Royce caught his breath as he glanced toward the voice. It was the young pregnant woman. Her husband was right behind her. Royce was sure they were married because they both wore wedding rings. Lana and the woman who had given her name as Shirley instantly welcomed the newcomers. The man sat next to Shirley and the woman next to him with one empty chair next to Lana.

All together they made a lovely dinner group. Royce and Lana. The single lady, Shirley. The young couple, Chuck and Irene, soon to be three. Lana struck an instant friendship with everyone and drew them all into conversations. Shirley, equally outgoing helped. Royce would remember it ever afterward as one of the most marvelous dinners he ever attended. This delightful assembling of diverse characters in comfortable cordiality. And all in complete and perfectly normal nudity.

The greatest shock came that afternoon, after they returned to their poolside lounges, and this was the one experience that sent Royce’s mind reeling. Another small family group, older people this time, arrived and the two women took chairs not far away while the man hurried off to attend to whatever his reason was for leaving. Aside from sandals the two women wore nothing except for identical t-shirts which came down to their navels. Below that they were completely exposed. It was those t-shirts that left Royce absolutely stunned. It was almost beyond what his mind could accept and absorb.

Each t-shirt was printed on the front with the design and logo of an area radio station. Royce never listened to it but because it advertised extensively on billboards and such he immediately recognized the logo. And what was so mind boggling was that this station was oriented entirely toward religious music and programming.

He watched incredulously as the younger woman peeled off her shirt and stood naked for everyone who cared to look. The older woman who was now seated said something to her.

“Yes Mother,” the younger woman replied as she took a seat in her own chair. And then the older woman removed her shirt and settled back in her chair just as completely naked as was her daughter.

Growing up Royce had been taken to church a great many times. Every year when the chill of early Spring gave way to warmer days he was certain to be subjected to a thunderous sermon denouncing “Summer Sins.” There were many summer sins. Going on out of town vacations and not attending church while gone. Parties and gatherings where there would be, oh horror, drinking and maybe even games of chance. Indecent clothing such as shorts. But always in each and every summer sin sermon the first item on the list was swimsuits. Men and women, boys and girls wearing swimsuits, thusly exposing themselves and lusting after each other.

But never was anything said about social nudity. Certainly not because it was acceptable. Preachers thundered against these other things because they saw them as threats to the sanctity of their membership. Nudism went unmentioned because it was unthinkable that any of their people could be so depraved.

Royce had rejected and abandoned this religion, knowing he would never go back, embracing instead so much of the things forbidden. He had come that far in his personal growth. But now was opened to his wondering mind what once was inconceivable. That for other people, for some other people all these forbidden things and even nudity itself could be guiltlessly compatible with religion.

There were no further shocks the rest of the afternoon. Royce was not a comfortable swimmer having never had the opportunity to visit a swimming pool in his youth, but the Navy had trained him in boot camp to pass a basic swimming test and he could float on his back and paddle around well enough.

Between that and lounging around their only other activity came when Lana inserted them into a casual game of trivia questions organized by yet another lady reclining near them. She had gathered a small crowd of admirers around her with her game. Royce was very good at trivia and he drew the admiration of the lady game host with his expertise.

Royce was now pretty much past the point of being surprised by anything he encountered. He directed admiring glances at the lady, who was attractively well built. He observed that she was well tanned all over and therefore no novice to nudism. He noted she was completely comfortable and unselfconscious in her total nakedness as she leaned back in her lounge with legs spread so her feet could touch the ground on either side of the chair. And he took it in stride without a second thought when he saw a tampon string dangling from her exposed labia. The lady wasn’t embarrassed by it and neither should he.

Toward evening Royce and Lana returned to the café, which was much less crowded this time, for a light dinner. And then after freshening up they headed over to the clubhouse for the music and dancing.

This was where the crowd was and they were lucky to find a table even though there was nearly an hour to go before the music would start. Lana started conversations with various people at neighboring tables and the time passed quickly. Tonight’s band was composed of five men and three women, and Royce watched them setting up their musical instruments.

The band began playing and the music was loud. But if it dampened conversations it quickly inspired the dancing and soon the clubhouse was rocking to the rhythm. The five male members played the instruments and the three women were the singers. If they hadn’t known until arrival that they were to perform tonight at a nudist club it certainly didn’t seem to bother them.

Royce turned his attention to the dancing. And this he found to be stunning. Not just in that he was looking at naked men and women dancing together. All through the day he had seen so much nakedness there was no longer anything remarkable about it. What now struck him was how those naked bodies melded together in coordinated movement keeping time to the music. In how skin rippled to the movement of the muscles underneath, all of it open and observable thanks to the complete absence of interfering clothing.

Lana noticed his rapt attention. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful,” he responded in awe. “It’s so beautiful.”

What was even more incredible came a few dances later when one of the male band members took a microphone and announced that next would be a line dance. The line quickly formed, a long one too, the music began and Royce watched in stunned amazement as all these naked men and women, as all these bodies pulsing with vibrant life performed exactly the same rapid and intricate turns and gyrations for the three or four minutes the song lasted, and all without a one of them missing a single beat.

He glanced at Lana and saw she was watching him. She took his hand and simply held it, knowing how much he wanted to join in the dancing.

A slow dance came next and Lana said, “Come,” as she led him to a spot just clear of the group of tables where they were sitting.

“Now hold me. Put your hand here. Other one here.” Royce followed her directions without objection.

“Listen to the music. Feel the music.” Lana began to sway to the music and Royce moved his hips too in concert with hers. In that way they remained standing in place but their bodies responded to the music.

“See. You’re dancing,” Lana encouraged.

“Look at the band,” Royce said after they returned to their table. The band was getting into the spirit of the night. One of the men had removed all his clothing and was playing his instrument totally naked. Two of the women were also completely nude as they belted out their song into the microphones. The third woman was a little more reserved. She had removed her jeans. Her shirt came down just below her hips and Royce could not tell if she was still wearing panties.

The whole day had been beautiful from the moment they found two vacant lounges by the pool side and began interacting with other people. The dancing had been especially beautiful. But there was one more breathtaking experience for Royce.

During intermission when the band took a break and the sound level subsided somewhat Lana made a trip to the ladies room. There was a line and she was gone for several minutes. Royce was looking in a different direction and didn’t see her returning.

“Royce,” her voice caught his attention, coming directly behind him, “I want you to meet someone. This is my friend Mary.”

Royce quickly turned around.

“Hello Royce,” Mary greeted him warmly. “Lana has said a lot of good things about you.”

Of course Mary was totally nude and completely open and unselfconscious about it. She was darkly tanned all over. She was absolutely comfortable and friendly around strangers. And she had also had a mastectomy. Her left breast was completely removed leaving a permanent scar on the flat surface. And she was completely open and unselfconscious and comfortable in meeting him. In a day that was filled with beauty this to Royce was the most beautiful thing of all.

As midnight approached the crowd began to thin and the band finished their last song and began packing up their things. Even so Royce didn’t want to quit the clubhouse and Lana had to lead him back to their tent. Tonight there was no thought of having sex. They slipped under the covers of Lana’s air mattress and simply held each other until sleep claimed them.