A Minute Flourish of Underwear

by Michele deBes

Dennis found the experience liberating. He’d been dead against it when his wife Pammy suggested the venue for their annual holiday. Sure, he liked the idea of perving on people but then he’d have to bare all as well. Situated in a sprawling country estate, the Sunny Corner Nudist Retreat boasted five star facilities at very reasonable rates. He’d chosen their last holiday — Formula One on the gold coast, and Pammy had been a good sport about that. At least she wouldn’t blow out the credit cards on new clothes for this one. So he had reluctantly agreed.

The first couple of hours were the worst. It wasn’t the fact that he was nude, everyone was in the same boat. It’s just that he’d given himself cramps holding his stomach in and chest out. Eventually he just gave up and relaxed. The novelty of checking out people’s private parts soon wore off too and he found he was looking at their bodies as a whole. There were a few people on the larger side whose bodies he would have sniggered at, crammed into straining swimsuits at the beach, but there, in the dappled light of the spreading oak trees, they looked natural, beautiful. He felt beautiful. There was no packaging, no hiding behind expensive fashions. Everyone was at the same level, like children and he found he could throw himself into the activities with the abandon of a child. Tennis had never been so much fun. Everyone wore big smiles and were very friendly and open.

He and Pammy made friends with a couple on the first day. He turned out to be an investment banker. As a fitter and turner Dennis had never met one before but none of that seemed to matter at this retreat.

He got his first big shock on the fifth day. He was on the lawn doing his morning exercises enjoying the cool breeze playing over his body when he heard a crash and yelp from behind the fence that divided off the staff section. Fearing someone had hurt themselves he went over to see if he could offer assistance. Through a crack in the palings he spied a young woman in a short white dress, hands on hips, surveying a swathe of garbage from an overturned bin. His breath caught in his throat. It was the first clothed woman he’d seen in days and she seemed exotic, alluring, incredible mysterious in her prim little uniform. She bent to pick up the garbage and he caught a minute flourish of underwear. He gasped and stepped back, suddenly embarrassed that he’d been witness to something exceptionally private. He stumbled back to his towel and grabbed it up to cover his erection, the first he had since he arrived even though surrounded by nakedness all day every day. Confused and blushing for the first time too, he hurried back to his room.

That night Dennis asked Pammy if he could dress her. She gave him a funny look but said yes. He chose the garments carefully and spent a long time fitting each one until she was fully clothed in front of him. I love you. he said huskily, before they tumbled laughing on to the bed.