Chapter 34: Welcome to Camp Starkers

It was all quiet again in the Camp Starkers pavilion. All eyes shifted from the new choirmaster of the Redsands First Congregational Church Youth Choir to the camp directors of Camp Starkers. This was a facility proudly owned and operated by the National Trust for Lifestyle Nudism ... a fact that everyone in the room was now fully aware of.

A brief scraping of a chair leg against the wooden floor echoed around the mostly empty auditorium ... a room that was built to comfortably seat about two hundred people. This group of about fifty plus sat on bleaches pulled out and placed in a few rows just near the main entrance of the complex. Out through the doors of that entrance could be heard the sound of the birds and the bees flitting and buzzing about the trees in the hot summer sun of this clear summer’s day right on the shores of Lake Jackson, Georgia, USA. Filtering through this slightly soporific twitter and hum was also the distant sound of a tractor engine of some sort as an anonymous farmer went about his daily chores on a neighbouring property.

Nobody in the room was even remotely aware of this external ‘chatter’ coming through the entrance-way as they all sat and waited to hear what Mr Roy Barefoot and his wife had to say. Mr Roy Barefoot apologised for the noise his chair made as he stood up then gave a little cough and cleared his throat for a few seconds before addressing the group before him.

“Well, good morning to you all and ... and welcome ... welcome to ... to Camp Starkers! As you know my name is Roy Barefoot and this is my wife Patsy Barefoot and we are the directors of this wonderful outdoor camp facility ... and yes we are usually Barefoot by name and bare foot by nature.”

Roy Barefoot was the only one in the room that gave a little laugh at his own joke. Not even his wife cracked a smile at this joke that she had probably heard from him a hundred times before. The woman just looked at the man and waited for him to continue as did everyone else in the room ... in total silence.

“OK, then ... well then ... um ... normally we both get about the place without any clothes on except when, as in your case, we are introducing ourselves to groups that come from a non-nudist background and we want them to feel a bit more comfortable on their first visit because, as you all know by now, this facility is a nudist facility but it is not just a nudist facility in the normal sense of the word. This complex was built for a very special purpose.”

At this point there was a very brief interruption to proceedings as a young, good looking and totally naked African American girl of about twenty years of age came into the room. The girl had a lovely, dark, shiny complexion with beautiful, wavy, black hair plus some long, curvy legs along with two very firm, bouncy breasts and one solid triangle of very dark and thick, pubic hair sprouting out over her vaginal region.

All eyes shifted from Roy Barefoot to this lovely, naked girl as she very apologetically approached Patsy Barefoot - asked a few quiet questions - got a response that was just as quiet - then quickly left the room again as her lovely naked butt cheeks swung along behind her out through the door.

Patsy looked up at the audience and said, “Sorry about that. That was just our office assistant, Yasmine Ramez, clearing up an urgent booking enquiry for next week.”

There was another brief pause before some anonymous male comedian in the crowd piped up with...

“I wouldn’t mind squeezing in an urgent booking with an office assistant like that!”

There was another brief pause before everyone heard a quick slap followed by, “OWWW! What did you hit me like that for, Marleen?”