I didn’t know what to think, what did this look mean? Was it innocent? Was it an invitation of some kind? Was she just naturally friendly? Was she a...ologising with her smile for the rowdy kids? I was puzzled, enchanted, and excited all at the same time. She was becoming irresistible to my eyes and I was already fascinated by her presence. I was pleased that her husband, a much older man it seemed, had his back to me and was preoccupied with the children. He was thick set and swarthy, and. We had arranged for him to come to our caravan at about 3. He turned up about five minutes late, looking slightly worse the wear for drink. I give him a beer and we sat and chatted for half an hour, laughing and remembering some of the things we'd done. (Remember that this was a naturist site, so we were all sat naked.) Eventually, he said he'd better get going and stood up. I shook his hand and wished him all the best. Kirsty smiled and opened her arms, inviting him for a hug. He grinned and. How the heck was anybody going to get out of here?I walked back to the stairs, and this time I got a little closer. I could see the old farmer dude, Dr. Jacobsen, and the few other counselor dudes sitting in chairs across from the stage. They looked worried. The guys were making kisses at the girls and some of the younger ones were trying to conceal pathetic little hard-ons. “Hey Doctor Legs,” Kevin called out. “Why don’t you come over here so I can take my clothes off, too?” and the guys. Without hesitation, I stripped completely naked. She positioned herself comfortably next to me, and slowly dragged her sweat soaked pantyhose feet up my stomach, over my chest, and finally over my lips to my nose. She covered my nose with her arch. I was horrified. The scent was so strong I had no idea what to do with myself. It was as though all the distinct nasty odors her feet would conjure up in the different kinds of ratty old shoes she wore all combined together and amplified in the.