My First Naked Shower: The Nudist Camp Awakening
The car crunches to a stop outside the gate. Bois-Joli. FFN. Nudist. My stomach flips. Lise grips my hand, palms sweaty. Two weeks ago, friends bailed, last spot available. No clue it was bare-assed paradise. Heart hammers. Cars pass, clothed drivers heading into naked world. ‘We in?’ I whisper. She nods, eyes wide. Cheque cashed….