Fighting the urge to use her hands to cover her overgrown patch of pubic hair-and that wobbly bit under her belly button that she didn’t like-she stood tall, shoulders back, and allowed herself to relax into it a little. The breeze was soft against her bared skin, and the light that filtered through the trees was surprisingly warm. She didn’t feel ‘naked’, but rather ‘nude’, and she hadn’t realised what a huge distinction between the two there was.
“It really was a bloody lovely dress, mate, you’ll have to find another party for that one,” her friend Chloe whispered as she passed.
Lilly was however thankful for small victories when she realised she could keep her heels on.
– – –
Another five minute walk through picturesque woodland had led them to the entrance, the main feature of which was a large arbor archway, thick with lush green and an array of flowers.
Looking through the archway, the event space had been artfully decorated with large round tables and chairs, also adorned with rustic greenery, and a long bar, glittering with bottles of every colour.
The main thing that Lilly focused on though, was the sea of bare flesh.
“Welcome guys!”
The perky redhead approached as they entered, with ‘official’ lanyard slung around her neck and nestled between two pert breasts.
Lilly mused that she would have to avoid staring directly at everyone’s genitals if she was to make it through the next few hours. Surely the novelty would wear off.
‘Focus on the eyes. Eyes eyes eyes’
“So these are your complimentary towels. We ask that you always sit on your towel when moving around the mixer. No phones, and if you need to bring one for emergencies, we ask you to take one of our red stickers and put it over the lens to ensure the privacy of all of our guests. Mark will be up in about five minutes to give a full intro and run down of our guidelines. No assigned seats. The waiters will be around with Mimosas and Bellinis, but feel free to order at the bar also.”
‘Perky redhead’ handed Cathy the stack of towels for the group and moved around them to address those next in the rapidly growing queue.
“Great tits on Pippi Longstockings,” Jack whispered.
“You’re gay.”
“Thanks for the reminder…but I can’t appreciate? Jesus, it’s 2022 guys, let me live my life.”
Lilly rolled her eyes at Jack’s dramatics and led the group towards one of the tables. The closest to the bar as she could find.
She placed her ‘Nude day 2022’ branded towel carefully on the seat and tucked herself tightly in, glad to have the protection of the table covering at least 60% of her body. Her breasts however fell roughly in line with the tabletop, and she mused that she would have to be mindful to sit back and avoid resting them on the edge unattractively, like two heavy coin purses.
Looking around the room, it didn’t take long for Lilly to suss out the other ‘newbies’. They had an air of awkwardness about them. There were a few discreetly trying to cover their bodies, but most were overly confident; strutting across the room with bold steps, or holding their drink to the side so as to not hide themselves. Comparatively, Lilly found she could identify the ‘regulars’ from their relaxed postures, the way they held themselves (or rather didn’t), the ease at which they approached others, and the comfortable way their eyes moved around the room-rather than the strained ‘I’m not looking at your dick’ way.
She found herself admiring them, jealous even.
“Mimosas ladies?…and gent sorry,” the waitress hastily corrected herself, despite the fact that Jack himself was perfectly happy to be ‘one of the girls’.
Drinks were passed around, and quiet settled over the table for a moment as they all gulped down their liquid courage.
“I need a top up already. I’ll go the bar…anyone else?” Kate stood, her hand wavering over her mound as she grappled with her modesty.
Lilly ordered a wine for her second drink, deciding that she needed the extra alcohol percentage now more than ever.
As Lilly watched Kate approach the bar, her eyes found someone else; a tall older gentleman. She guessed him to be approaching 50 from the ‘salt and pepper’ of his dark silvery hair, and the soft lines that creased around his eyes and mouth. He wore a neatly trimmed stubble of similarly silver hair around his jaw. She couldn’t tell what colour his eyes were from this distance, and found herself annoyed at this fact.
He clearly looked after himself; his body, although not that of a 20-something, was more than pleasing to Lilly’s eye. Broad chest, strong arms, narrow hips. The crowd between them concealed anything further south to her dismay, but before she could complain, he stepped up towards a small stage and took his place at the microphone.
‘Wow’
His cock was clearly flaccid, from the sway of it as he moved, but still at least six inches. It looked heavy against his thigh and Lilly had to drag her eyes away after an already immodest amount of time.
His eyes were blue.
“Hey everyone, I’m Mark, I’m one of the organisers of todays event. We do this every year to allow people to try out naturism if you haven’t before…so, welcome! Drinks are bottomless…pardon the pun, and food will be coming around at 11:30. Now, the aim is to enjoy yourselves and meet some new people, but I do need to go over the boring bit of the rules. These are extremely important to events like these so please if everyone could pay attention.
Our first rule is respect. Respect the people around you, respect their personal space, respect their bodies. We don’t stare and we don’t make inappropriate comments. There are officials milling about today, wearing the lanyards, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable please speak to us.
Second rule is no photos. I know most of you will have left your phones at the lockers, but those of you who do have them, please have the lens covered with a red sticker. This lets everyone know that you aren’t taking photos, and we can all just relax and enjoy the day.
Third rule is erections…”
Lilly balked at the unexpected word, casting an awkward glance again to his flaccid cock and then immediately down to her own lap.
‘What am I doing here?’
“…so erections happen, that’s life. We ask that if you’re struggling, just take yourself off somewhere quiet to cool down. Don’t draw attention to it, and I promise you it happens to the best of us. Let’s all be adults about it.
Fourth and fifth rules sort of go hand in hand;
I remind you that alcohol lowers inhibitions whether you’re clothed or not, so be conscious of that when you’re drinking. Anyone who is behaving inappropriately will be asked to leave.
And in relation to that…this is British Naturism. It isn’t swinging. I wish I didn’t have to say it, but I do. If you wouldn’t do it at a restaurant, don’t do it here. Hugs and hand-holding is fine but be respectful.
Now…any questions?”
There was a moment of awkward silence before a polite smattering of applause when nobody raised their hands.
Mark moved off the stage and disappeared behind the bar, out of Lilly’s eye-line.