My friend Louise and I were at Rock Haven Lodge, a family nudist park in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.
We were participating in a world record attempt for skinny-dipping, the idea being that at 3 p.m.
Louise said she might explore the lifestyle further,but for the sake of everyone, I’ll just leave my clothes on.
Only a few years ago, before the Internet era, swingers were essentially a secret society, meeting each other through dating magazines purchased at adult bookstores.
We were allowed to bring a towel to use as a blockade between our bare asses and wherever we sat.