Day Two – Sunday
Part One
Eleven-fifteen. I was sitting on the comfy sofa at the back of the grain store and sipping a can of cold drink. I had got up a little late and been quite slow with breakfast, shower and other activities so arrived just after morning coffee ended. I assumed the others were up; I had seen only one or two come in so far and from my seat the campsite wasn’t visible. The only caravan I could see was the one opposite that belonged to Holly, the event organizer, who was standing in its doorway and had just waved at me. Then Kim arrived, naked already which was a welcome sight. Looking over to see who the wave was for, she noticed it was me and waved too. Naturally I reciprocated. She stood chatting to Holly for a few minutes, then Kandi walked past, said her good mornings to both and carried on into the store. Seeing me, she turned towards the sofa. She was wearing a white T-shirt, so long it almost covered the tiny shorts underneath.
“If that was any longer you wouldn’t need those,” I observed.
“Don’t need them now anyway,” she chuckled. “Much too hot.” In one swift movement she dropped the shorts and shucked off the shirt. She stuffed them into her bag and joined me on the sofa with a gentle kiss, followed by a cuddle so now it was two nude bodies side by side. (Control, Everard!)
“Sleep well?” I asked her.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Hey guess what! Oh – I’ll tell you in a minute.” She had just looked up and noticed her companion approaching us. Unexpectedly, Kim gave me a peck on the cheek then said, “Gotta go, see you both later,” and departed.
“I was about to say,” Kandi continued, “you could have stayed last night. Kim was in Roger’s tent. Wonder if that’s where she’s off to now?”
“I don’t mind,” I said. “As long as we can arrange for her to stay there tonight as well. That’s a thought, I wonder where we’re off to today.” The schedule on the wall told us there was a walk round the farm starting from the campsite at 12.
“I’ll have a wander over there later,” I said. Kandi said she would too and continued to wrap herself round me on the sofa. (More control issues!)
At 12 we strolled outside to find eleven nudies gathered beside the largest motorhome, four couples and three singles – one of which, we were surprised to see, was Kim. “No Roger?” enquired Kandi.
“No, he had some work to do,” she explained. “We’ll see him later.”
With Jonathan, the farm manager, as our guide we set off, Kandi and I hand in hand. I got a bit of a shock when someone grabbed my other hand, but it was Kim so I didn’t object. Keppleworth is a dairy farm and we were led past several fields full of cows – I love cows, don’t know why. It’s not as if I’ll ever have one as a pet.
The slow walk round a large farm took us a good forty-five minutes and by the time we arrived back at our sofa in the grain store, Roger had returned from his office. “Pub lunch, anyone?” All three of us nodded agreement and Kandi chuckled, “Don’t forget to dress before we leave.” We all slipped something on, piled into his car, and found a pleasant little alehouse in the nearest village. After the last day and a half, it seemed strange and unnatural to be sitting round a table together fully clothed. This didn’t last long though and within two hours we were all back at the farm, stripped for action and gathered round the notice board to see what the afternoon would hold.
“Body painting,” I said. “Not done that before, never really fancied it.”
“Oh, go on,” urged Kim. “I bet it’ll be great fun. We’re doing it.”
I caved in and at 3 we assembled outside, where the Slip & Slide course had been the day before. There were about a dozen of us and we were issued with large quantities of the same water-soluble paint and asked to stand in a circle, boy-girl-boy-girl etc., where possible, then all do a right turn and everybody had to paint the person in front. I ended up with Jeff behind me; he decked me out like a Formula 1 car, complete with stripes, a huge white disc containing a number 5 across one buttock, and various sponsor logos. I was painting Kandi in front of me, with big swirls of purple and blue. Naturally I had her turn round so that I could do the front too, which led to a few more control difficulties, particularly as she was taking the opportunity to add some embellishments to Jeff’s automotive endeavors. In front of her, she had given Roger a sunrise on one side and a sunset on the other, while in front of him, he was turning Kim into a jaguar, I mean the cat not the car, including a delicate set of whiskers. I was too polite to mention it, but looking at Roger, I noticed I was not the only one having trouble maintaining control. And I don’t mean brush control.
Fortunately, he managed to get it down again before the judging started, where Kandi’s sunrise and sunset artwork emerged as the winner. Well-deserved I thought, ok I was a bit biased, but she really was the most skilled out of all of us. Of course, she was sensational in her swirls but that was nothing to do with my ability. I’d actually copied it from a design I remembered from a World Naked Bike Ride a few years before, so I knew she was going to look gorgeous. After the judging there was plenty of time for photography, and I certainly wasn’t going to miss the chance to check out the women! Holly’s daughter Roxanne was a good example, a slender mousey blonde in her early twenties, painted to look like a tropical island with holidaymakers playing beach volleyball, and palm trees in the background. Her hair, where it spilled over her shoulders, had even been given a touch of green to match the palm leaves and I thought she was the tastiest of the lot.
Until I noticed the girlfriend of one of the wine drinkers.
(More saucy shenanigans coming soon.)
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