Chance Encounter at the Roadrunner Ranch

A newcomer’s weekend at a nudist resort leads to new experiences, surprising conversations, and a fresh perspective on naturism

Editor’s note: This story originally appeared in Romance in the Nudist Colony, a collection of naturist fiction benefitting Doctors Without Borders. In alignment with the project’s mission, the author’s fee for this publication has also been donated to Doctors Without Borders.

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Catherine shielded her eyes with her hand against the bright early morning sun as she relaxed on a sun lounger and surveyed the pool and its inhabitants. The waves, created by people splashing and batting a small beach ball around, caught the sunlight and made them sparkle and dance like liquid diamonds. “There is karaoke, a dance tonight, and lots of fun sports to do. Maybe I can even get you to join the water aerobics in the morning,” suggested Diana brightly, as she perched on the lounger next to her and crossed her legs. Catherine groaned. Of course, Diana didn’t mind joining in on the exercise because she was still fit from her brief career as a ballet dancer. But what she loved most about Diana was the fact that as a naturist, she accepted all body types and never looked askance at Catherine’s curvy body. “You know,” Diana continued, “no one judges you here. You can enjoy the water aerobics and anything else, and everybody will be friendly and encouraging.”

Catherine thought back to her days in college when they met as roommates. Diana would shuck off her clothes after the day’s classes and relax in their dorm room nude while studying. She had often encouraged her roomie to do the same. Catherine, however, could never imagine working on a paper in the all-together.” Fast-forward to about ten-plus years, when Diana encouraged her to join her for a “girl’s retreat” at Roadrunner Ranch, a nudist resort in the desert.

“I’m going to see what other events are on the schedule while we are here for the weekend,” Diana proclaimed as she slid her feet into her sandals and plopped a hat on her head. “Relax by the pool while I go to the office and pick up a schedule of events.” With her rounded dark sunglasses, she looked like she stepped out of the pages of a magazine. She grabbed her towel and stuffed it into her tote. Catherine watched her as she walked out of view toward the office. She adjusted the lounger down a few notches so she could rest a bit, put on her sunglasses, and closed her eyes.