One year we went camping at the Lakeland's Sun Club, the sun was shining when we arrived and continued to shine throughout our stay, facilities were in the nearby village which was quite a walk away, but the remoteness of the site only added to its attraction. Right on the edge of the dunes it had a great setting, although the beach was not official it was mostly deserted and the dunes big enough so that textiles would have to try really hard to be offended by our nudity.
Having just arrived, we were preparing our midday meal on the site when Maja realised we'd forgotten to pack the can opener. Another nude couple who were just setting off for the beach overheard our predicament and without hesitation, approached us.
“There is a can opener in our tent if you would like to borrow it.” They offered, pointing out which was their tent, then continued on their way to the beach.
We always thought of that as a demonstration that naturists are the nicest and most trusting of people. It also fits with the general behaviour of naturists. I've had many disturbed nights on textile campsites through the lack of consideration of fellow campers. But I have never had a disturbed night on a naturist site.
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Our Mobile Home
We moved to a residential mobile home in Leicestershire, overlooking the river Soar and open fields beyond. It was ideal for us, though a bit basic and the pipes froze most winters. Outside the French windows, running the length of the van, was our garden path, then a hedge with a gate through to an area of the river bank which was only accessible from our garden or the river. We had some great wildlife sightings from here, from Kingfishers to Arctic Terns, voles and the occasional fox.
Our garden spread round the ends of the mobile home, there was a large fence at one end and a hedge at the other and we found it was totally secluded. The hedge alongside the path was about shoulder high so the only place, we might be exposed was when we came and went from the French doors and even then, it was really only Maja's breasts that could be seen. Although we could look over the hedge and see people walking in the fields on the opposite side of the river or the boaties cruising by in their narrow boats, they couldn't see any more of us than our heads. We spent many happy days naked and enjoying the views. It was fun exchanging banter with the narrow boat crews as they cruised by, slowing for the locks ahead. They had no idea the people they were passing pleasantries with, were totally naked.
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At this time the Wanlip Country Park was being created and there were a number of lakes that had once been gravel pits. They were now filled with water and many of them could only be accessed with difficulty. Being local we had time to find our way about and we were soon skinny dipping in the more secluded ones and drying off in the sunshine beside them. No-one ever came close enough to see we were naked. Although the odd bird watcher might have received a surprise courtesy of his binoculars. If any did we never saw them.
In some areas we could walk a long way without clothes and never meet anyone. Although occasionally, when we were walking clothed, we came across some frantic activity that suggested we weren’t the only ones making use of the privacy.
But our naturist jaunts came to an end at some of the pools when the local council built a Bird hide with clear views over them.
We could still go nude on the other side of the river, by the water ski lake, when it wasn’t in use and I could get home from work by using that area as a short cut. So often I would strip off as soon as I could and put my clothes in my bicycle saddlebags while I walked through the rough parkland. The flora was high enough and the ground rough enough, so that if I saw anyone I could drop into a dip and slip my shorts on.
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It was on one of these trips home that I had an amusing and highly unusual experience, I was flashed! Not by a dirty raincoat, but by an attractive young woman. Most women think it's only men that flash, but on the contrary, it's only women that report it. Most men just enjoy a woman flashing them.
It was dusk and as I walked, clothed, along the path that connected the parkland with the road, a bright light came on in a first floor window attracting my attention.
Standing in the window was a dark haired young woman of about eighteen, wearing only an open short leather waistcoat and a smile. Her breasts were pert and not too large and I could easily see that her hair matched and was obviously her natural colour.
She turned away and I wondered if she had exposed herself by accident, but she then bent over to expose her behind and looked back over her shoulder in a classic “Top Shelf” magazine pose. Pity all her effort was wasted, the view was enjoyable but I only had eyes for Maja.