Almost 10 years ago, I had one crazy night. Let me share it with you.
At the end of a business trip in the south, I was looking forward to going home. But the snow up north had another idea.
My flight cancelled, I decided to go to a local nudist resort for a late afternoon dinner. Now I have been a nudist for years, gone to many midwest nude campgrounds and beaches when traveling. My wife knew, so I thought nothing of it. My wife and I , while best friends, never have had the best sex life. Part of that is my work schedule, part is my wife’s body image issues and self-love. She is gorgeous and doesn’t know it. I remind her daily.
I arrive at Caliente resort in Tampa, go to the front desk and ask for a room instead of a day pass( I still to this day, don’t know why I did that) the clerk said that I could get a better rate if I declared I was part of a couple. She smirked and said “what is your significant others name?” I glanced down at her name tag , pinned to a rather thin white oxford shirt that framed her perfect breasts, nipple proudly slipping out with each reach for pen or room key. “Samantha” I said, with a wink, reading her name tag. She giggled and said , “that’s a great name”.