The Spinster's Exploits

Well – I have said I saw turning 70 as an exciting time for re-evaluation and new adventures – so here I am…

I have also said that my lover and I felt drawn to naturism and I thought at the grand old age of seventy, this might be an opportunity to challenge my fairly typical body issues – the way I love what my body can do for me and make me feel, but still be horribly self-conscious of my lumps, bumps, dimples and droopy bits…

So – as blogged about earlier – we decided to have a naturist break! As our weird and wonderful relationship is still only a few months old, a three-day break seemed a perfect testing of the waters for us as a semi-detached couple and as would-be naturists.

On the couple front – only one negative incident – me being cross at being neglected – because he was trying to beat me at online Scrabble! We unscrewed our lines of communication and harmony was restored.

So – two pensioner newbies visit a naturist resort – what could go wrong?! Very little it seems…

We were met by our lovely, clothed hostess who gave us the tour pointing out that nakedness was preferred everywhere, but one could protect from the cold. Naked only in the pool and hot tub and no outdoor clothing in the clubhouse, although wraps and dressing gowns were allowed… And the etiquette of towels to sit on for hygiene purposes was reiterated and then we were left to our own devices.

So we went to our caravan and took our clothes off and showed the sophistication of a couple of five-year-olds! So we pulled up our invisible big boy/girl pants, and strolled out with his towel and my wrap with nobody in sight. We reached the clubhouse to read the notices and sign up for dinner and wandered into the lounge to discover a naked young man reading. So my lover and I sat on our towels and wrap respectively and wondered what we’d let ourselves in for.

He wandered off to do something important – can’t remember what – so I found a magazine to read while nekkid as a jaybird. And on his return we discovered the Rummikub, which he’d never played – and started our Rummikub tournament and the nudity ceased to be an issue. We signed up for the hot tub and sauna and had a naked wander and all was fine.

We did wonder about naked dining but he had his towel and I my wrap – which were perfect seat covers for our naked bums! So there was us, mein host, a chap who looked like he’d been a naturist all his life and two other men who’d also arrived that day – one of whom had shared our tour. Our host quickly put us at our ease and we discovered the other two new arrivals were also first-timers – and one lived within seven miles of me!

And soon being the only naked woman sat with five naked men didn’t feel an issue as we chatted and enjoyed our meal. Our hostess as cook was clothed for health and safety reason and joined our merry band to eat. And us newbies all agreed that being naturists felt – natural!

We decided to go for an evening stroll but it had got quite chilly. Note to self for future visits to naturist places – a t-shirt and warm jacket as well as dressing gown are useful garments for the chilly times… I borrowed his t-shirt and he put on a jacket and being bottomless seemed much ruder than nudity, but gave us enough warmth for our walk. And it was absolutely lovely walking through the fields and down to the lake in a state of undress. Very peaceful and – cornily – at one with nature and our surroundings. And as we were on our own, just a little playful groping, but too chilly for anything more.

And it felt very strange to return to our caravan and lounge around naked with lights on and curtains undrawn, but also seemed odd to do otherwise.

We thoroughly enjoyed our first taste of naturism, and like our fellow-newbies were enthusiastic converts.