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On many of our travels, we take photos after the event to keep as momentos, but these three did not happen that way. The first of her running was really of her running back to our rental car, thinking we had parked in the wrong parking lot, not the nudist parking lot. Not only was she running, I was shaking from thinking we might be in trouble.

The second was taken from inside the mobile home with her walking back from the nudist club office in the background. I was still unpacking the car as you can see--it has its trunk open. At the time, I was just taking a quick photo, I did not know she had been perved on at the club office.

The third of her in the desert north of Phoenix, was taken before the three men on horses drove up. I had taken about 5 photos of her with the hills and desert in the background before we saw the men riding up. She then ducked behind a nearby bush so they would not see her nakedness, but, of course, they did.

As you might imagine, if you start taking photos at a nudist club, people get upset, take the camera, and throw you out, unless they are warned ahead of time and photos are approved, like at Nude-A-Poppin in Indiana. If you go to Nudes-A-Poppin in Roselawn, you are told when you pay your entrance fee that photos and videos are being taken, and you have to sign a release because those pictures may show up anywhere. When we get away from the crowd, I often take photos, and have been since we were both teenagers, but since this thread focused on nudist adventures, my photo assortment is minimal. When we went to Rose Lawn many years ago, neither of us undressed and we tried our best to stay out of the photographs being taken.

Let me give you an example of a staged photo, as we do it, using an accidental exposure as an example. When we were dating and were apart for several weeks(and horny), the night we got together we went to a drive-in movie--remember them? We had been making out, and I excused myself to walk to the concession stand to take a leak and get drinks and popcorn. On my way back to the car, I ran into friends from another school, and these two guys walked with me to my car, on the way back to their dates in their car. When I got to my car, I opened the drivers door and there was my steady girlfriend, now my wife, completely nude on her back on the front car seat with one foot on the steering wheel and the other on the back of the seat. She wanted to surprise me, and she did, but she had forgotten that when the door opens, the dome light comes on and she was completely exposed in a bright light. The guys had to see her, but I closed the door quickly, and told the guys good-bye as they walked away grinning.

On the way home, we stopped at a secluded spot and she stripped, assumed the same pose, and I took a Poloroid shot that is still one of my favorites. Yes, it is staged, but the event it replicates actually happened, if that makes sense.

Yes, I know I talk too much.