Campground

I was relaxing at a nude campground one day. The rules said you had to be nude by the pool but could be dressed anywhere else on the property. I was laying in the shade and could hear the sound of someone hammering on a camper and a door slamming. After a few minutes, I looked around to see where the noise was coming from. It was a single woman in her 60's having a problem with her camper door. I walked over - still nude - and asked if she needed a hand. I looked at the door latch, borrowed a screw driver to adjust the strike, and the door worked flawlessly. She watched everything I did while wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Neither of us cared that I was nude. This was quite the rush for me as I had never been in a CFNM setting that wasn't sexual. I didn't want to make it seem like I was lingering and tried to leave but she kept on asking questions and talking about camping and travel. We stood there for an hour sharing stories and advise.