Adult Nudist Resorts
Alternate Realities For Couples And Singles
WHERE HEAVY DRINKING, TROPICAL HEAT AND COUPLES FROM OHIO GO TO THE WILD SIDE
Let's be clear about something. For the most part, adult nudism isn't really "nudism." It's naked partying with very loose rules of conduct. It's no place for children, which contrasts with those FKK principles you may have read about, or seen on these pages. Instead, adult nudism is bawdy, gaudy, and involves a lot of recovery time in the morning. I'm a big fan.
Now to the particulars, or local details. Imagine a hundred or more
couples in a tropical resort setting, where there are no keys for
the doors, where the booze flows freely and it's still eighty
degrees at midnight, and everyone is naked. They're naked at the
pool bar, on the beach, and in the lobby of the resort, walking the
paths, jostling on the
If there's any modesty, it only awakens around meal time, when
towels are worn around the buffet (thank God). Otherwise, you're
never more than a few feet from an exposed breast or penis. I prefer
the former - the later I try not to notice. Call me a prude.
Let's stress the booze for a moment. We all know its liberating effects, and how it lends a glow to human experience. We all know how it aids and even accelerates amorous adventures and risqué exhibition. Now, if you're already nude, which most would consider risqué enough, what's more risqué than that? Rather than have you guess, I'll just tell you. Five drinks into the afternoon, expect some breast fondling and penis holding, and I don't mean between man and wife necessarily. It's nearly always meant for humor's sake, a jokey grab or similar - it's friendly, and it's definitely not an invitation to swing (which is not at all where I'm headed with this). It's just spontaneous and fun.
I was once standing naked at the beach bar, mildly stewed along with everyone else, and a woman I'd met just the day before came over to talk. It was close quarters, with people turning, twisting, reaching for drinks, hollering out to others, the usual sort of commotion one experiences at any bar. As a result, she kept bumping into to my penis. Well, as you can imagine, it was right there, so, excusable. At one point she bumped it again, then along with her "sorry" cupped my genitals in a very friendly way, as if to restore order to something she'd just upset, like you would a table.
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Of course, as afternoon shifts into evening and everyone is approaching their limits for rum consumption (though that won't stop them), the "touching" becomes a little more deliberate. You might see a woman give a man, who may or may not be her husband, not only manual but oral stimulation. Further, where the lighting recesses into darkness, full on coupling isn't out of the question. But still, it's not swinging in any sense that I think of it (deliberate, purposeful and rather unappealing to imagine). It just folks unscrewing their scruples for a momentary reprieve while they explore what is perhaps their true natures. We're all human, we all have these urges we're told to keep a lid on (why?). And then we find ourselves in a stewpot of human flesh gyrating to jungle rhythms in the heat of the night with tummies full of booze. Of course there'll be mischief.
Of course you're wondering about the women you'll meet at such a resorts. All kinds is the answer. Housewives from Georgia, young brides from New York or Chicago (actually a lot of Midwesterners go for this sort of thing), occasionally single women traveling in pairs, some stunning, some not, a few seeking a Caligula experience, as if it were a bucket list item. Again, all sorts, and always a few that will drive you mad with desires of some form.
There's just a handful of resorts that fit the descriptions I provided above. There are other adult nudist resorts where touching of any kind is strictly forbidden (and the rules adhered to). To each his own. I enjoy both kinds of resorts. They each have a purpose. Naked Travels
PHOTOS: FROM TRAVEL ARCHIVES AND FEATURES; TEXT: JBARNES