OK, Tom, I’ll see you around noon.
I put down the phone and drew a deep breath.
I had been seeing Tom for close to 2 months. I saw his profile on a dating app and was immediately drawn to it. He openly admitted that he was a nudist and that he was only interested in dating a woman who shared his passion for being naked wherever and whenever possible. I liked his frankness, as I’m sure that most women would dismiss him for that reason. Whilst I would never have called myself a passionate nudist, I was often naked at home when alone and being a 45 yo divorcee, with just the one daughter who did not live with me, that was all too often.
So I sent him a message, we met up and we got along famously and the last 2 months have been a very happy time for me. Tom lives in a leafy suburb in a lovely modern house, with a large private backyard with a swimming pool. His property is perfect for being nude without having to worry about nosey neighbours. I had spent the last 3 weekends there, lazing around the pool on these hot Summer days, enjoying a drink and relaxing and getting to know each other.