She gathered her things and left, and I searched my scant wardrobe for a suitable dress.I showered and shaved my pits and my legs, moisturizing quickl... afterward and hurrying to get ready. The closest thing I had to 'slinky' was a Navy Blue skirt and the matching jacket. The shirt that went with it was white with a ruffled front and short sleeves. I had a pair of short heels that would go with it too.The shirt was almost opaque but not quite, so I didn't wear a bra, thinking I'd tease her a. ”I chuckled, “Yeah, I’m sure it’s awkward at first. Did it make him hard?” Gawd! The second the words left my mouth, I tried yanking them back. I couldn’t believe I’d actually asked her that.“No, hun, it’s very rare for a man to get a hardon at a nudist camp. All newbies fear it will happen, but it rarely does. Nudism isn’t sexual. It’s all about the freedom. Like you said the first time we met, it’s ‘liberating’.”I hadn’t even noticed the clouds getting darker, but it started to sprinkle.. You sorta remind me of someone,” she shared.“Oh okay.”“Your name is Joe. You never lived in Coalston did you?”“No. Lived close though.”“Okay. I grew up in Coalston. Let’s take a look at the kitchen. Granite counter tops. Double ovens. Stainless steel appliances. Could you see this as yours?”“Yeah,” Joe replied looking at her plump ass.“That’s great. Through here is the dining room and then the deck.”The pair stepped outside examining the massive backyard.“I’m going to ask a crazy question,”. Paintbrush in hand, She was critically examining a painting she had obviously just finished.Her painting was of an attractive dark haired young woman dressed in the fashion of the early twentieth century standing in three quarter profile to the left of an easel. Paintbrush in hand, She was critically examining a painting she had obviously just finished. Her painting was of an attractive dark haired young woman dressed in the fashion of the early twentieth century... and so on. Down to the point.