Skyclad, Nude and Natural.I am now aged eighty and delighted to recall some of the nude moments of my life. I was studying in London in summer of 1950, then aged 23 and made the opportunity to visit Spielplatz in countryside north of the city. I traveled by train and bus, then walked along the lane to the sun club which features a windmill as a guiding beacon. At the reception chalet I was greeted by a transparently clad woman who collected the fee and directed me to where I could leave my clothing. It was an early quiet Saturday morning as I explored unclad into the grounds screened by hedges and trees. Passing the open swimming pool I met two ladies chatting as they soaked the sun's early rays. I recognised one as Elizabeth, a superb nude model that I had seen in the H&E magazine. They waved a friendly greeting. At the pavillion I met Dorothy, the proprietor's motherly wife who served refreshments and snacks. Later, after a day of exploration, swimming and chats, I asked Dorothy if I could stay overnight. I was given the name of the chalet I was to occupy and was soon followed there by Dorothy's younger daughter Cosette, then aged about eighteen, with fresh sheets to prepare my bed... We chatted there completely uninhibited and natural, only to be stopped by Dorothy who came to chide her daughter, saying that there were more jobs to be attended to... The ambience of that moment, with it's respect for mutual nudity, was both pleasantly sensual and memorable... I slept well and enjoyed remaining a nudist for the far busier Sunday that followed. Kiatau.
Kiatau 70+, M 6 Responses 8 Oct 5, 2007