Hi Dex,
Perhaps this might help: from a message I sent to a couple of friends, a couple, about my recent first experience to Eureka at last week’s daytime T.O.W.I.E party. I went as a single guy....
(Btw; I don’t wish to cause any offence in any comment I make; my sincere apologies if I inadvertently do so!)
Dear L&S,
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As it’s in Kent, very close to Brands Hatch, it’s about 1hr 30mins from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay very long (a couple of hours) before heading back for the school run, but I was also delayed in leaving: Damn! Timing!
Drove down in the car with the top down, lovely sunny morning and got there at about 11:20 just after the 11am start. It’s in a wooded area up a hill along a country late so quiet and peaceful. Parked under the trees, feels a bit like a French campsite. Into reception with a bit of a queue but good natured friendly staff. £10 for a yearly membership and £25 for single guy/couple, £5 of course for single ladies for the party.
The club is a naturist nudist sun club but I believe for over 18s so it’s clearly not the traditional asexual family type, naturist movement, be naked but don’t be sexual. It’s open 365 days, has cabins in the grounds and a heated outdoor pool, (kept very warm!).
They have evening swinging parties like other clubs but I was drawn to a daytime one, that advertised itself as ‘Are you a stay at home parent or someone who can't get out in the evenings? Then this great event is for you. A day play party for you frisky players that are only free during the daytimes.’
Got my membership and party ticket (inc car pass; presumably so they can check all the cars and make sure nobody’s parked there and loitering) inc. a ticket for a free lunch (just a bar snack, sausage or scampi and chips or a sandwich: traditional English cafe type fair: almost ‘chips with everything!’ But also licensed although I think you can byob so would be nice to take a chilled bottle of Pino).
Announced as a newbie and would I like to be shown around? Yup, why not. Larger glamorous blond lady 35-45 with big eyelashes in loose fitting top introduced herself: Like the sort of ex-pat lady you find organising beauty salons or real estate in the Costas. Flirty though, as often the sort you wouldn’t want to cross in a business deal. (Actually found out later she was the resident masseuse called Roxy; hello, Roxy if you’re reading; please don’t be offended by my comments; I thought you were gorgeous!)
Ok, reception hatch one side is also the bar and serving hatch opening out into a large room with black leatherette bench seat tables and booths, a central dance floor (with pole!) seating say 100+. Off this is a couples only room, singles not allowed even if invited (although you can make a hetero couple and go in) with cushioned platforms and leatherette ‘beds’. Along a short corridor passed loos to private cubicle rooms and two more open play areas to 2 big hot tubs, a smallish changing area with tiny lockers (refundable £10 deposit) They supply towels or you can bring your own. And sauna, steam room and shower room. Ok kind of got it. Brought a bag as if I was going to the beach, so didn’t really need a locker but got one anyway to decant stuff so I wasn’t carrying a heavy bag.
Stripped off; well only wearing a t shirt and chinos, having decided to go commando and sockless anyway. Clothes in locker. Towel and bag over shoulder! Deep breath and here we go!
Of the people already there, some were naked in the hot tub, obvs, but in the central area a mix of guests arriving and organisers clothed in summery clothes, people wearing towels, a few holding towels and a few completely naked. I chose relaxed naked with towel over shoulder.
Got a nice approving look from lady who showed me around. Found out she’s the resident masseuse (£25 for 40mins is pretty good but I declined this time). Oh btw: this is not posh spa retreat type spa, designed interior with mood lighting; a bit knocked together but seemed very clean and ‘homely’ and definitely more 1950’s. But as a result, quite charming.
Paused at the bar on the way out and approached by and met the lovely S, one of the people who host the party. (She’s called FlirtySquirty on here; so say hi as I did before you go). I’d dropped her a message on FS the day before to say hi, explain I was a newbie to both the club and the party and to come and say hello if she had a moment free. Good thing to do, in my opinion. She was very welcoming, asked if I needed shown around, told me about lunch and was keen to make sure I was happy and relaxed. I suspect my confident stance and beaming smile reassured her.
Stroud outside passed reception; oops most wearing towels, oh well keep the confidence up and smile! And walked down to the pool. Chilly out of the sun under the trees! Someone said to their partner ‘it’s too cold’ as I passed; ‘no, it’ll be fine in the sun’ says me and marches on.
It was. And the raised pool area up some steps has a wall around it against the chilly breeze. Found the last spare sun lounger in the corner; after making a quip to the older darkly tanned guy next to me about being ‘German’ about the loungers settled down for a back lying sun bathe. Quite a sun trap so warmed up quickly.
Ok, so far resolutely looking at people in the face, smiling and only seeing naked bits in my periferal vision: after all I am a grown up and a gentleman! Now I have a chance to vaguely look around.
Initially, naturally many more men than women; perhaps about 5-1 but better as more couples arrived during the late morning. All sorts; but men first; only a couple of younger hunkier guys and both seemed more shy than me and the semblance of confidence is key; ‘be natural, keep smiling, don’t be embarrassed to enjoy how you’re body moves’ was my mantra. A couple of nice older black guys and one young black guy too but looked young not strapping. Mostly guys of 35-60, a lot of older men like me, some with hair everywhere, some all bald, some mixed. Willies of all types but none I noticed that were intimidating or particularly huge. Often beer bellies or signs of older flabbiness. Just normal people. No fabulous rippling hunks with pecs. (Actually there was one guy, part of a lovely couple who was quite hot, firm, gym fit but not steroidal who I’d loved to have some fun with) I started to feel ok and relaxed; I’m not bad looking here, and L. would get some nice admiring looks.
Now the women, S. You’d be very comfortable. There wasn’t any stunning nubile ladies from Scandinavia or Southern Africa, in fact only a few you’d think (wrongly) were more attractive. There was one quite young pretty English Rose, who was actually there alone (although I didn’t initially think so as she’d attracted a small number of ‘sidler-up-to’s’) perhaps in her late 20s with pale skin and reddish hair. She seemed very shy so as a result sort of faded away. I think you’d have to be pretty good at hiding if you’re a unicorn. Perhaps more attractive was an older wife with nice breasts who held herself with confidence. There was a few ‘Malaga’ types, big boned ladies with sas but also slightly intimidating. A brash lady with some tattoos and an infectious laugh; but I’d think she’d eat me for breakfast! Some very large ladies with yards of skin and pendulous breasts: not like yours, large but shapely complemented by your slight frame, I mean great big saggy ones! A few tummies, a few greatbulges, one very skinny older lady almost with bee stings, and pale and wrinkly. Again all sorts. From quiet retiring demure to sassy loud and brash; but no goddesses.
Don’t get me wrong; this was good. Felt very normal and comfortable, easy and relaxed as a result. Everyone was just having fun being naked; although one or two people both men and women obviously a little shy, and kept their towels on or kept a little distant.
In fact it seemed the most ‘attractive’ people were those who looked most relaxed and quietly confident, neither shy nor too over the top.
So having got some sun, I went for a swim. I waited until there weren’t so many men in the pool. A few had got in when there was a couple ‘cuddling’ in the pool. Water was really warm and delighted in swimming under water, and floating on my back (not good at it so my cock wasn’t breaking the surface!) duck diving down to the bottom showed my bum off which was a bit disconcerting. In fact, I found myself crouching to take things out of my bag rather than bending over as usual; conscious that no one want to see my arse in their face! Lol!
I consciously entered and exited the pool by the long steps as gracefully as I could; ‘Work it, work it!’ In fact as the day went on I consciously started to walk and move with a relaxed sense of fun and a beaming smile on my face. ‘Be normal, Chris, just be naked; relax, have fun.’
After drying off again in the sun, it was just after half 12. Time for lunch. A quick jacuzzi first as when I came in a couple got out, leaving a guy and another couple there. Again a quick aside to the couple about trying not to fall flat on your (my) face climbing in or out.
Sausage and chips on a disposable plate a bit downmarket but again charming enough; I ordered naked rather than wrap myself in a towel. The staff are really friendly; met, who I later found out must have been the owner; guy of my age, with a short cropped whiter beard. Nice character, felt slightly as if I was being sized up (not my Willie! Lol!) but found to be harmless so approved. Like a good reliable naval CPO; I don’t think he suffers fools gladly: and I bet he has to deal with some right pricks. Sometimes makes you ashamed to be a bloke. Why do some men expect to have pleasure or barge in or hover licentiously or be pushy. I suppose it’s at best just frustration but at worst it’s boorish, arrogant and the worst chauvinism: not attractive and gets you nowhere. (Or a least it shouldn’t) Would you pay to get into a casino and throw a tantrum when you weren’t given the jackpot? Anyway, rant over!
A guy had sat down in my booth while I was up at the bar but obviously didn’t feel comfortable so wandered away. Another approving look from the masseuse, a cold beer and then back outside.
It was busier by the pool when I returned; about 5 couples, swimming or cuddling; no mostly cuddling. Why? Oh, that’s why. Almost at my feet were a couple at the side of the pool; her sitting on the edge, him in the water with his head between her thighs and licking her. Ooo very sexy but actually, who’s pinched my lounger?! Damn! Didn’t want to disturb them by hovering so retreated back to the lawn and found a solitary lounger. Some couples on blankets and towels some on chairs; not too busy though.
I stayed here the rest of the time; leaving it once to explore the woods (didn’t need flip flops, just walked like a panther; ok, more like a stork!) and the big lower meadow, full of purple clover, where a couple were having fun on the top of a picnic table in the distance with a few guys on towels vaguely near them but one obviously enjoying the show; and a couple of times for a swim, leaving my towel there to keep dry and walking up naked and returning naked and wet.
More people arrived at the lawn. Two couples; clearly friends were frolicking in the corner; at one stage one of them enjoying a good slow fuck. And impromptu threesome started with the confident wife and another girl, and it got quite busy when the English Rose arrived and started chatting to a couple under the big oak tree.
But, alas for me, it was time to go; one last swim. Of course now, I got the distinct impression that I was about to be approached but a couple (with the skinny lady) and there was also a younger shy couple (both normal but rather attractive as my ‘type’) who also seemed to appear, still in their towels; perhaps I should break the ice with them?
Damn but I had to go! Late already. Despite keeping my speed up on the M25 I was 10mins late for the school pick up; eldest son not bothered but I was late!
My friends, we’ve got to go to this place. We can keep each other confident and in our own bubble if necessary but it’s so good just lazing around in the sun with no clothes on, peeking and being peeked at, skinny dipping. I tell you if someone had said ‘fancy a game of badminton, or volleyball’ I’d have said yes! Fabulous moving about naked but also nice that there’s an underlying sexy and sensual feel to it. Somewhere where having some outdoor sex might attract a few descrete watchers but otherwise not raise an eyebrow.
Often in a club I find there’s not enough space that either it feels in your face, of as a couple you feel under pressure or as a single guy it’s difficult to feel you’re not hovering. Here all that is avoided. Perhaps it might feel a bit tame to some and not much happening but that’s ok, then you can swim or sunbathe or even read a book!
Got to be good weather though! Still inside is still a good sized space! I really want to go back. Scanning the diary and the weather forecast simultaneously!
Love C xx |
Ive read your veris - you come over as a friendly lovely bloke and that is the key to clubs !
Chris - that was an amazing write up. I wasnt there Thursday but reading your write up I was there with ya in my mind ! Ha ha 
