The Nude Life

Somehow, three-and-a-half full weeks have elapsed since the day we arrived at our new home after making the drive from Texas, to take up residence full-time at America’s most beautiful nudist resort. What an amazing time it has been!

The day we arrived, we made it just in time to head to the pool to cool off, relax and enjoy a few adult beverages at Happy Hour. We spent most of the time during those hourse just smiling at each other, relieved and excited by the realization that we had finally made it, and were now really and truly at our new home, where we can be nude as much as we like all day every day everywhere throughout this beautiful development.

Then we had a scant two days to decompress and start preparing for becoming full-time Florida residents, with all the required administrative overhead that involved. By the time Friday night rolled around, we noticed that about 2,000 visitors had arrived at the resort ahead of the biggest party weekend of the year here, Parrothead Weekend, a giant Jimmy Buffet-themed party with hundreds and hundreds of people from all over the US coming in for the biggest nude Parrothead party anywhere.

We joined in the fun for Friday night, but then received the call from our mover that he was running four days early and wanted to deliver our 3.25 tons of household belongings to us the next morning, Saturday! We knew it was going to be a hassle having him here during such a busy day at the park, but we also wanted to get the unloading over with, so we told him to come on ahead and we made plans to meet his truck and lead him and his crew into the resort about 10:30 Saturday morning.

I went across the street bright and early Saturday morning to meet the giant Mayflower moving truck and greet our driver who loaded us up in Texas. I told him, “Follow me through the gate, keep the speed to 10 MPH, and by the way, this is a nudist resort, so you might see a few people with no clothes on.” His enthusiastic response to that little announcement was surprising and a bit of a relief.

As we led him and his giant truck down the neighborhood streets, he found himself in the midst of a paradise of serenity as we passed by the lakefront, the front office building, the motel villas, and then into the residential neighborhood of beautiful single-family homes. By the time we were at our place and ready to unload, he eagerly remarked, “Man, this is like paradise back here — I’ve never seen anything like this place!” I concurred with both of his observations.

At my urging and with no small amount of my help, in just a few minutes over two hours we had unloaded our 6,500-lbs. of boxes, furniture and everything else we brought from Texas and we were ready to lead the giant Mayflower truck out of the resort…at exactly the time the big “Parrothead Weekend” parade was headed down the main roads of the resort!

It was quite a sight among the 60-plus decorated golf carts, motorcycles, scooters and bicycles to see a giant Mayflower semi truck and tractor crawling along, with the three crew inside seeing hundreds and hundreds of naked folks in their finest Margaritaville regalia. Women were throwing beads into their open tractor cab windows, tossing Jell-O shots at them, and of course whooping and yelling. And the driver and his two-man crew were smiling and laughing the whole time, sure that they would never see another sight like this in their lives.

In the three weeks since that day, we have managed to unpack every box and stow away / hang / store / arrange everything we moved from Texas. We bought a new BBQ grill and set up our kitchen and dining room, gotten the TV, Internet and other utilities online, and set up our three computers and the wireless network in the house, along with the cable box and stereo…so all the modern conveniences are up and running.

Plus, we’ve gotten into the wonderful resort-style living routine that we have looked forward to: activities nearly every night of the week, nice afternoons by the pool when we’re able to dodge the almost daily afternoon thunderstorms, and the luxury of not needing to be dressed for days at a time as we go about our routine.

It’s hard to imagine that after only three weeks, we’re both really getting used to being nude all day as the norm, but that seems to be the case. The morning routine is much simpler and quicker: arise, shower / shave / shampoo, then towel off, comb the hair, swipe on some underarm deodorant, then set off for the driveway where our daily copy of the Orlando Sentinel awaits.

Breakfast, coffee and the rest of the day commences from there, without the need or a thought to getting dressed or what to wear, when, unless we need to run an errand or visit the grocery store. Simple, blissful, comfortable, delicious nudity day and night. It doesn’t take any time at all to see why everyone here loves this place and this way of life so much.

Beyond all that, there’s not a whole lot to write about! We go about our day as usual, doing all the things anyone would do living in a small residential community: ride our bike down to get the mail every afternoon; go out to dinner; have a beer at the pool during our afternoon of sun and relaxation; chores around the house; yard work; etc., etc. Not terribly remarkable. Maybea visit from Fay will make life even more interesting here in the next few days!

So, the question is, what’s next to write about? I ask my readers to suggest topics they’d like to see mentioned in upcoming posts. Send your ideas to editor@thenudelife.com and we’ll see where it takes us!