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I mentioned a couple of the unpleasant experiences so here are the ones that come readily to mind.

At a club in eastern Tennessee, we arrived in mid-afternoon on a weekday and didn't see anyone there. My wife and I parked and walked in the office and found a mid-thirties, unshaven man in a t-shirt and cutoff jeans. We knew that while the members were nude, sometimes the hired help----the people who fix the food if it has a restaurant or snack bar, the maintenence staff, etc. ---are not necessarily nudists, so we assumed this guy was hired help. We rented a mobile home, which is all they had to stay in, and walked to it. We were disturbed because it was not clean and the beds were not made. We undressed and planned to go exploring to see the facilities, but my wife went back to the office to see if they would fix up our place or give us anther one. When she caught up to me, I could tell she was irritated, but she explained it was just because the place was so dirty and unkept. It is one thing to be rustic; it is another to be poorly maintained and filthy. We walked down a path to a lake where there were about a half dozen folks, mostly older, then we went on a path around the lake. To our surprise, the path lead to where you could look out over a highway--and the folks on the highway could see you. We did not stay there but a moment. Later in the day, three couples showed up in Corvettes, on their way to a car meet. They were great folks and fun to be around. The mobile home got sheets and vacuumed, but we were not going to stay another night. When we left the next day, my wife explained that when she went back to the office, the guy who had been in the cutoff jeans was nude, and having seen her coming towards the office, he had gotten erect, and he tried to get her to have sex with him, openly masterbating in front of her. She was grossed out, and of course, we never returned.

At a very nice, well equipped, well known club north of Phoenix, we spent several nights. It was a very family oriented club and there were lots of families living on the grounds. In these types of clubs, it was not at all unusual to see kids running around but they were there with their parents. We went to a spa pool that was under a roof because the sun was so bright, and were enjoying ourselves along with a dozen or so others adults. We were surprised when a young man came in with a friend who was wearing a swimsuit. Just sitting in the pool, he explained that he was visiting his friend whose family lived at the club, but that he was not a nudist. That made my wife very uncomfortable, because she wondered if this young man's family knew where his friend lived? After a few minutes, she got out of the tub, wrapped herself quickly in a towel, and we left. Like we did often at these places, we went walking and found they had a trail that walked through the desert around the club. The club property out here was surrounded by a barbed wire fence (the main part of the club had a high wood fence or a very dense tall hedge around it for privacy like most clubs) but while you could see for miles from the top of a knoll, there were not any homes or roads that were close. We had put on sunscreen for obvious reasons, and I was carrying our only towel. On top of the knoll, we stopped and sat on a wooden bench to enjoy the view and rest before returning back down the trail. From a distance, we could see three people on horses, riding along also enjoying the day. I didn't think anything about them until they turned and came our way. My wife, jumped up and crouched behind some low brush covering her nakedness with her hands as the three got closer. The only other place to hide was a couple of relatively tall cactus, but they were too narrow to stand behind. As they got closer, I saw it was three men wearing cowboy hats and were all adults. I stayed on the bench with the towel over my lap. They rode up to the fence which was about 25 feet away and said hello. They seemed friendly enough, and soon asked if there really was a nudist camp here. I said yes, and showed them the path back to the main part of the club, maybe 150 yards away. They could see my wife's head and shoulders, and said they were sorry to embarass her. I turned to her and said these guys are adults, so you can come out. She stood, still using her hands to cover herself, and slowly walked forward, back to the bench. She was red-faced, staring at the men who, of course, were staring at her. I suggested she drop her hands, because they obviously were seeing almost everything anyway, so she slowly removed her hands and stood beside the bench with her lovely private parts fully exposed. She kept her hands just beside her hairy triangle, like she could cover it again quickly if she needed to, and after we talked for about 10 minutes, she sat down beside me and modestly crossed her legs. I knew she had come, and it was also clear because her nipples were rock hard and standing out. She said after a few minutes that we had better get back because we were not used to the sun, and that our sweat had probably washed off the sunscreen. It was a shame she could not lay down on the towel and give these guys more to see, but the ground was very rocky around the bench so that would not have made sense. When we stood, I was embarassed because I was erect, but I don't think the guys were looking at me. We strolled back down the path, and they three men stayed at the fence for a while. Back in our room, we had a great time. We have not been back, not so much because of the pool situation, but because our travels have not taken us that way.

It is no longer there, but just north of the beltway around Miami, just a short ways from where the new pro football stadium is, was a small nudist camp, exactly one city block in size. The man who owned it, had put up tall fences around the entire block and lots of foliage just inside the fence. There was only one entrance, and the guy charged very little to go there, and he would let single men and women in anytime. It was somewhat basic with only a few buildings, and a small pool, but it was convenient. We went there twice. The first time men outnumbered women by about 20 to 4, which did not bother my wife as long as the guys kept their distance. She also got a great(and thorough massage) by the old man who owned the place. We went back several years later---again this was the late 1970's or 1980's----and the women looked like hookers and kept disappearing with the guys into the few rooms that were available. Men kept arriving all day long, and the women stayed. There were no families at all. Then someone said "Let's take some photos!" so we left and never returned.

There are lots more stories, but I will finish with one of the two reasons we stopped going. We went to one of the most famous nude beaches on the southern west coast, and it was very crowded at certain parts of the beach. There was minimal privacy, but we did enjoy the day. My wife found this one guy building a very elaborate sand sculpture and helped him for a while. About a year later, one of my best friends gave me a men's magazine and said I needed to look at it. In it was a photo of my wife---full frontal---standing beside the guy who was sitting in the sand building his sculpture. She went ballistic. No one had asked permission, nor had we seen anyone with a camera.
She told me then that was our last time going to these places---and a few years later she gave me another reason that I will tell another time.