Chapter 2: The Truth

Saturday Afternoon, Evening, and Sunday Morning

The others in the camping group, amazingly, fell in behind us just before we hit the highway. I would find out later that they all lived in the same apartment complex, and they were waiting for us along the route. Soon there was a three-car caravan rolling down the road. After about two and a half hours, we made a potty stop so the ladies could lose some of the previous night’s alcohol and pick up some snacks and bottled water.

When I got out of the car, I noticed that all the other women were also wearing bikinis. I walked to the men’s room keeping an eye on the bikini clad butts running around grabbing snacks and drinks. Tasha caught my eye as she bent down to get a bag of pork rinds on the bottom shelf and displayed some fantastic cleavage. Lissa bent down in front of me to get something from the same shelf and displayed a lovely plumber’s crack from the best butt in the group.

Suddenly I felt entirely overdressed.

I grabbed a couple of big bottles of water, two big bags of pretzels, and a big bag of Peanut M&M’s. As I walked out to the car Diana came running past me, her breasts bouncing almost unfettered.

“Diana, I get the feeling that I’m overdressed. It feels like I should be wearing a Speedo,” I joked.

“If you have one, go to the men’s room and put it on. We’ll wait for you.”

“I don’t have a Speedo,” I said seriously.

“Well, strip down to your underwear.”

“That isn’t going to happen.”

“Oh, loosen up a little. These bikinis aren’t much smaller than our normal underwear. Do it! Don’t sweat it.”

“Let’s just get driving. I don’t want to hold up the vacation,” I said.

“OK. But we may have to stop at a sporting goods store on the way and get you a Speedo. Or maybe at an adult video store and find you a pair of strawberry flavored edible underwear.”

“Oh boy!” I put my head in my hands as Diana accelerated out of the parking lot and back onto the highway.

Finally, about 5 ½ hours after we left my apartment, with Diana still leading our caravan, we turned off the highway and down a two-lane county road, then onto a narrow bumpy dirt road. I noticed the effect the bumpy road had on Diana’s breasts. She smiled when she caught me looking at them as they jiggled in her bikini top. The road finally led to a small white building with a security gate blocking the entrance.

Diana got out and walked to the building. I watched as she hugged the old shirtless guy inside, then she signed something and he handed her a small bag. She came back out, went to each of the cars in the line and passed something to each driver. I watched in the side view mirror as her bikini covered bottom wiggled down the line. Then I watched the junction of her legs and hips move as she walked towards her car. I was hoping to see a camel toe, while praying that there wasn’t one, so I wouldn’t have a huge boner when Diana came back.

Diana got in the car, the gate went up and we drove slowly into the facility. As we cleared the woods surrounding the entrance, I began to get an idea of the layout of the place. To the left was a long row of medium and large cabins that followed the curve of a man-made pond about 400 yards beyond them. The medium sized cabins seemed to me to be big enough to hold a bed and a toilet: the largest would hold a pair of beds and have room for a seating area and a toilet.

On the far side of the pond was a large building and past that a few RV’s. It was just almost 6PM and I didn’t see anyone out and about. Returning my attention to the cabins, I noticed that they were numbered, and that Diana had pulled up next to cabin number 8. I turned around to see the other cars pull into the spots in front of the cabins behind us. Diana turned off the car, took a deep breath and looked at me.

“Mick, please don’t be angry, but I haven’t exactly told you the whole truth about this trip. I saw you checking me out all the way here, and I noticed you checking out my butt last night. So I know that you are at least interested in the package I come in. I want you to know that I got you here under some false pretenses.” She paused for a few seconds. “I care about you a lot.”

“Oh boy! OK, what’ve I gotten myself involved in.”

“Well, first of all, the cabins are for couples or families. This is ... OUR ... cabin for the next two weeks.”

“Our?” I was in a little bit of shock.

“Yeah. Yours and mine,” Diana said tentatively.

“And the others?” I wondered how far this went.

“The others are rooming with a friend or lover. Before I explain any more, let’s grab the luggage and go inside. Then we can sit down and talk about the rest of everything.”

“There is more?” I knew I shouldn’t have done this.

“Yes, Mick. There is a lot more,” she admitted.

I took several seconds to consider my position. If I was still deployed, by now I would be moving very slowly, my weapon at the ready, my senses at the max, waiting for the bad guys to jump out.

“OK. Let’s go,” I said when I felt I was ready for the worst.

I got out of the car while Diana popped the trunk. I pulled out my backpack and slung it over my left shoulder. I grabbed my big suitcase, and all that remained in the trunk was Diana’s much smaller carry all. After I closed the trunk lid, I looked at the empty back seat, and for the first time wondered where the rest of Diana’s things were. I followed Diana’s bikini clad bottom into the cabin, noticing that her suit had slipped down a bit and now showed a nice amount of rear cleavage.

Not allowing myself to be too distracted by the top of the beautiful globes of her bottom, I remained prepared for an ambush of some sort. If only I’d known.

Diana put the key into the lock, opened the door and led me into the cabin, where she directed me to set the bags on one of the two beds in the combined living room/bedroom. I did so, then sat on the nearest bed and looked up at my captor.

“OK, Diana. We’re inside, I’m sitting on the bed, so what else do you need to tell me.”

Diana looked at the time on her phone, then back at me, before she let out a sigh.

“Mick, the first thing you should do is look out the window. Campers should be heading over to the clubhouse for dinner about now.”

I rose and walked to the window she pointed towards. It was next to the door on the opposite side of the cabin from where we parked and facing the pond and clubhouse. I moved the curtain to the side and looked out to see Tasha and Sasha. Each had a towel over her arm, and they were walking towards the big building. Tasha turned just then and saw me looking out the window. She nudged Sasha and they both turned and waved, Tasha’s large breasts jiggling as they did so.

I almost didn’t notice her breasts because I was focused on the small triangles of pubic hair on both ladies. Yup, they were naked. They turned and continued their walk to the big building, their butts, both with no tan lines, looking much better than they had last night at the club.

“Diana, Tasha and Sasha are naked,” I said as I continued to look out the window.

It was Diana’s turn to take a deep breath and slowly let it out as she gathered herself before she spoke.

“Yup. And if you keep watching Jos and Lissa and the other campers will be walking to the clubhouse, naked as well. And in a little while, after dinner and a movie, all the campers will be walking back to their cabins and RVs, naked, unless they go for a skinny dip or a shower first.”

It took a few seconds for the impact to register. Still looking out the window, I finally got my bearings and got my mouth to work.

“You brought me to a nudist camp.” It was slowly sinking in.

“Yes, I did,” Diana admitted with as soft and gentle a tone as possible.

I turned to ask her why she and the ladies had done this to me, only to be slammed with the vision of Diana standing before me, in the buff. Apparently, her bikini wasn’t very difficult to remove in the few minutes I was looking out the window.

“I’m going to the clubhouse for dinner. Would you like to break out a towel and join me?” she asked tentatively.

“Me? Why?” The shock had not yet worn off.

“Because I’m hungry and it is proper etiquette to always sit your bare butt on a towel, and I want to meet the other campers, and it is movie night, and I want to cuddle with you on a couch as I watch the movie with you and our friends.” She let all that out in one breath as one quick sentence.

“But would I be naked?” Yes, I know, I was being overly obvious.

“I hope so. Mick, I assume that, since you live alone, you walk around your place naked all the time, just like me. This is not a whole lot different. Really.” She made it sound so normal.

“It’s a little different.” Again, Mr. Obvious.

“Why? Because you’ll be naked, or because others will be naked?” She asked a very good question.

“No, Diana. Because YOU will be naked, and you said it yourself, I’ve been checking you out. I have been. And every time I do, I get a little stiffy in my pants. Now, without the pants, how do you expect me to walk around with you and all the others naked and NOT pop a full-on erection?” I was actually sounding scared to death now. I was fighting off a full panic attack.

“Erections happen, Mick.” She sounded so damned normal. “It is a natural reaction that any heterosexual male will have to seeing an attractive naked female. The husbands get them when they hug their wives. Everywhere you go here, you should carry a towel. No one sits their bare butt on any surface without sitting on a towel, except the side of the pool or hot tub. It’s considered rude to sit your bare butt where others will sit theirs. And if you should get excited, cover it with your towel.”

“I don’t know what to say. I need to think about this.” What I needed was to find an out.

“OK. I’ll skip dinner and stay with you. You may get used to it faster if I’m naked with you. Mick, out in the real world, too many people equate nudity with sex, but here at the camp we don’t. Here, we equate nudity with comfort and nature and health. So, I’ll sit here, naked, and wait for you to decide.”

I sat back down on the bed, with my head in my hands, and thought about what I was going to do. I couldn’t get in my car and drive home. Diana had covered that base, unless one of the other women would let me borrow a car and return it to them in a couple of weeks. I assumed that I couldn’t get a cabin by myself, since the other cabins we passed all had cars parked in front of them. I could wear clothes, but that would look totally stupid and perhaps even be rude. In the midst of this serious thought process, I thought of something a bit bizarre.

“Diana?”

“Yes, Mick?” She looked at me with her expression changing to one of hope.

“If everyone is naked, what do women do on their periods?” I know, I’m brilliant.

I don’t know why I asked that. I guess I was killing time, putting off the ultimate inevitability. But Diana took pity on me and answered in a calm and straightforward manner.

“Most women will wear a thong bottom or a bigger bottom depending on if they need to wear a tampon or a pad.”

“So, if I wore clothes it would look bad.” I was praying for an answer that I feared would not be what I wanted.

“It would be rude, and it would be against the camp rules too,” Diana drove another nail into my coffin.

“It’s against the rules to wear clothes?” I knew it. I just knew it.

“Yeah. Sorry. Some of the campers get totally pissed over clothed people, some to the point where they even complain about women wearing bottoms at that time of the month.”

“And I suppose it would not look good if I fasted and hid out in the cabin for two weeks.” I was grasping at nonexistent straws.

“Mick, you are stalling and making a big deal out of this. Look, I’m sorry that I led you on and I’m sorry that I wasn’t up front with you. I can only plead that I like you and, since you never did anything when I tried to get your attention, I decided to kidnap you. To tell you the truth, I’m hoping to come out of these next two weeks in a very strong relationship with you.”

“Why didn’t you just say something?” I asked, what I thought was a simple question.

“Because apparently that would have been too easy and straightforward?” Diana said.

That made me chuckle, mostly nervously. Diana laughed, and her breasts jumped and jiggled.

“Diana, I’m stiffening up just from watching you laugh. How the hell do I get started without embarrassing myself?” If I was going to do this, I really needed to know.

“I would say the first thing, would be to get naked with me. So first things first, take off your shoes and socks and shirt.” Diana spoke, and it was apparent that she was going to walk me through this.

I stripped off the suggested items.

“Good. Now the first difficult part. Please take off your jeans.” She made it a request as opposed to a command.

I undid my belt and the button of my jeans and pulled down the zipper as I looked at Diana, and feeling helpless, I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. I had to remind myself that I’d made it through 36 months in the Sand Box. I could do this. I pulled my jeans down to my knees. Then, sitting on the bed, I pulled my legs out of them.

“Good. Look at me right now.” Now she was commanding me. “Look at my face and my neck and shoulders.”

I did, noticing her beauty and grace.

“OK, now look at my breasts.”

Diana lifted her breasts by pinching her nipples and showed me the soft tanned bottoms of her breasts, before tweaking her nipples with a twist and getting them hard.

“See them? Come closer and see the wrinkles around my nipples. See the rough texture of the nipple skin and the small hairs growing on them. Now look at my stomach and my belly button. Here comes another difficult part. Look at my pussy and take a good look at the color of my pubic hair. Can you see the top of the hood covering my clit? Can you see that my vulva is a little puffy and that my labia extend out a little?”

I must have let out a soft moan as her charms took over my senses. Diana walked over to one of the beds and moved the suitcase, then lay down on the bed. She splayed her legs wide open and her labia separated, forming a pink, fleshy, butterfly shape as she opened to show her vagina.

“OK, Mick, look closely at my pussy. Get used to it. You’re going to see pussy all over the camp. Some women will sun themselves with their legs spread like this. You are going to see a lot of pussy. Look closely at mine.”

I moved closer to the bed and took a close look at the beauty of her sexual center. (Oh, and by the way, I was hard as a rock.) Diana took notice and smiled as she put her legs together so she could stand.

“You’re doing good Mick. Hang in there, only one more thing to take care of. Look at my butt.”

She turned around and presented her backside to my gaze. It was a small, and yet fully rounded, butt. She walked around the bedroom and I watched her move and before I could do anything to stop myself...

“Fuck!”

“What is the matter, Mick?”

“I’m sorry.” I looked down at the growing wet spot on the front of my underwear at the tip of my erection.

“Just from looking at me?” she asked.