"Uh-huh. Come on inside."
We went in. The Family Bryan was there. Ernie was a tall, strapping
fellow, around forty. He was hard at work repairing the electrical
wiring in the cabin, while his wife Reena held the stool for him.
Reena was a brunette of thirty-five, tanned all over and very nicely
built, with high small breasts and a prettily tapering _derriere_. The
remaining member of the Bryan family was Ernie Junior, who was five.
Of course, all of them were without a stitch of clothing.
Bonnie introduced me and borrowed the tennis racquet without much
palaver, and off we went to the tennis courts. I was impressed with
Ernie Bryan. It was one thing to be a nudist yourself; it was another
to bring your wife and your pre-adolescent daughter and your small son
to one of these places and let them run around in their skin too. It
took the courage of your convictions to let strangers look upon your
family's nakedness that way.
The tennis courts were down to the left of the waterfront area. There
were two clay courts, with a third one somewhat further away. The
isolated court was taken, I saw, and so was one of the two courts at
hand. We moved out onto the vacant court, and Bonnie opened a can of
balls and promptly let fly with a serve.
Now, I have played some pretty fair tennis in my life, but not
recently. So it was that my first wild swing in return sent the ball
flying far above Bonnie's head and over the wire fence for a home run.
Bonnie turned, watching the ball go bouncing out onto the basketball
court and come to rest there. The tennis court exit was on her side of
the net, so she shouted, "I'll get it!" and sprinted off.
While I was waiting for her to get the ball and return, I glanced at
the other court. The players there were the middle-aged man named
Norman Keyes, and the pretty young redheaded waitress whose name I did
not know. They seemed about an even match. Keyes obviously knew the
technique of the game, but he was short of leg and short of breath, and
so he was not particularly effective. The redhead, on the other hand,
barely knew which way to hold her racquet, but she was lithe and agile,
and her advantage of stamina cancelled out Keyes' advantage of skill
and fairly well evened things out.
One thing that you can discover virtually for the first time in a
nudist camp is the loveliness of the female musculature. A bathing suit
leaves only the arms and legs and shoulders of a girl exposed, thus
making it impossible for you to see the lovely way the muscles ripple
along a girl's back when she serves a tennis ball, or the way her
buttocks go tight when she bends to sock back a low one. Of course, the
girl has to be reasonably athletic to begin with. But if she is, the
sight of her rippling muscles adds an entire new dimension, a quite
unexpected one, to sex appeal.