Chapter 7: The Ghost Woman

Brilo was mulling over all this stuff while perusing some of the literature he had collected as well as quietly following the antics of a young brother and sister chasing each other around the room. Both kids seemed just so happily and blissfully unaware of their nudity as they raced around the place and in and out of the doors. The boy’s little, pointy weaner was jerking about all over the place as he ran and the young girl was always rubbing and scratching herself in some very delicate areas when ever she stopped to take a breath. In a Textile environment this would have all been just so inappropriate but amongst all these other naked children and adults it never raised a single eyebrow for even the briefest of moments.

The other thing that Brilo was quietly happy about was the fact that no one here was all that keen on encouraging the sexual side of Lifestyle Nudism. They all seemed fairly united in just keeping it about the nudity and the freedom of being able to live and work without clothes on anytime and anywhere. If anyone wanted to go down the Family Sex side of things then they were more than welcome to do so but they had all decided that as a group they wouldn’t really be promoting it or encouraging it.

The same was true of open displays of sexual intercourse, in all its various forms, as was allowed by Certified Nudists. No one in the group wanted to stop anyone from indulging in some fun sex down the street or in any of the parks about the place but they wouldn’t be actively encouraging or promoting that either. Again ... the emphasis they wanted to encourage and promote in this lovely little town was just the joy of being naked at home and out in public ... just that ... and Brilo was quite happy about that idea. It all just seemed to suit his temperament and his own thoughts on Lifestyle Nudism right down to the ground and how he wanted to see it expressed in his own neighborhood.

As Brilo was draining the last remnants of coffee from his mug and getting ready to get up and help stack the chairs and bleaches away he made a quick scan around the room to see where he should start. In that scan he once again spotted the two naked youngsters chasing each other about as well as an older girl moving quickly out the door to catch up with her boyfriend. This other naked girl was quite large for her age with big bouncy breasts that he could clearly hear slapping up and down over her chest as her naked body disappeared into the darkness outside. She also had a rather large rear end that also bounced and swayed around a bit as her naked butt cheeks swung along at the tops of her legs.

These observations all just made Brilo Barnes smile again to himself as once again he realized just how good Lifestyle Nudism was for removing the stigma of so-called ‘embarrassing body shapes’. As Nudists all those issues just seemed to melt away since there was absolutely no way of ‘hiding’ from any of it. Everyone just had to accept you for what you were - and they did! Fat, skinny, tall, short, round, tanned, untanned, freckled, unfreckled, hairy, smooth, circumcised, uncircumcised, old, young, good looking and not so good looking ... none of it mattered. If you could accept others the way they were then they would accept you the same way ... unless you were a ghost!

While doing his quick scan about the room and all the naked people still in it he once again spotted the ‘ghost woman’. This was the woman that looked every bit like the naked Felicity Randell that Brilo remembered. In reality, of course, he knew that it could just not be her. Brilo just could not accept that possibility no matter how he tried. That woman was just NOT Tad Randell’s mother. That woman was just not Felicity Randell. That woman was just NOT his lover from 25 years or so ago...

... but ... bloody hell ... she still did look EXACTLY like her!