At the wrong cabin. “Come in… Come in… make yourself at home; we were just deciding what to do this afternoon. It was a late night, and we’re not really in a beach mood.” Sue, who greeted them, was a bubbly art student; Brad always thought she resembled Maud Harvey in the painting ‘Seduction’ by Falero. She had no idea who their new guests were, but instantly warmed to John with his big puppy eyes and sugar daddy appeal,...

The long-awaited arrival at Camp Natural. They checked in at the main gate, then drove slowly toward the parking lot. There was a noticeable silence in the cars; each person immersed in their own thoughts and expectations for the days to come, suddenly confronted with the harsh reality of actually being at the naturist camp, the one that had captured their imagination and sparked countless daydreams. It had been one thing...

Adam arrived at the spa just after midday one Friday in January. He'd been there many times before. The spa was on the east coast of England and quite well known. It featured saunas, steam rooms, hot tubs, a cold plunge pool and some hot baths. Its unique feature was that it was naturist. No clothes or robes were allowed. Users could wrap towels around them if they wished but obviously would take these off in most of the...

Friday morning secrets. The following morning Paul had already departed for work. In order to get Mary and Jason ready for the trial run on Saturday, Penny felt it was time to let them know about their holiday plans. After witnessing how accepting Sally was of her father's erections, the idea of seeing Jason's cock again seemed much less taboo. Her knickers were saturated as Mary appeared nervously through the kitchen doo...

Friday morning. "Penny, what's wrong? Over the past few weeks, you haven't been yourself. Are things okay, my dear? Nancy, who has been Penny’s neighbour and friend for the past two years, put a consoling hand on her shoulder; the touch of her hand nearly brought Penny to tears. In the kitchen of Penny's home, they sat on futuristic-looking plastic chairs and gossiped most mornings while their pot of Earl Grey tea sat on...

Introduction. Lisa grew up in a safe suburban environment under the watchful eye of a domineering mother. She yearned for independence and the ability to be more daring away from her mother's stern grasp; she had never met her father or experienced what it was like to be doted on. Lisa, now seventeen, suggested staying at her aunt's villa in the south of France for the summer. Aunt Rose, who was actually Lisa's mother's b...

Brighton was the next stop and I was to be met by the B&B owner. I managed, with great difficulty to get my bag down from the luggage rack and stumbled to the door as we pulled into the station. It seemed that most people were getting off here and I dragged my bag on to the crowded platform looking for the exit. The guy picking me up was supposed to be waiting outside near the taxi rank. As I headed for the rank, I saw a...

It was 1974 and I had just turned 17. We were due to go on our first family holiday to Cyprus but it was stopped when Turkey invaded the island. I had been looking forward to it and hand been allowed to take a friend as company. The school holidays had only just started and I was determined to go somewhere. A  friend suggested that Brighton was a great place to go and he had been going for a few years with his boyfriend a...