Adventures Without Clothes

By Ted Bun, Will Forest, Paul Z Walker and 17 more

The challenge was to write a short story for a charity anthology to be called Adventures Without Clothes - 20 people rose to the challenge!

 

The guidelines were as follows: "Your story can be set anywhere in this world or any other you wish to create. Some of the people on this adventure must be without clothing for all or part of the undertaking. You should seek to include some elements of either quest, journey or rescue and some physical risk or danger for your protagonists. Gender or species of your protagonists are not specified but your narrative should reflect the values of naturism/nudism."
In this anthology we celebrate acts of bravery and derring-do, real and imagined, encompassing many kinds of experiences. The stories gathered here show collectively that nudity can be a state of vulnerability, but also, and just as importantly, a state of strength.

Slip into something comfortable and enjoy!

Adventures Without Clothes is the fourth anthology created by an evolving group of people to raise funds for Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF).

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Naturist Fiction Collaboration
• Release date: Mar 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215921265

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Adventures Without Clothes

An anthology of the best naturist adventure stories

Published by

NFC

The Naturist Fiction Collaboration

© Copyright 2023

Edited by Will Forest and Ted Bun

This is a work of fiction, and as a work of fiction, any resemblance to people, places or objects is entirely accidental. The creation of certain buildings and locations is entirely the work of the individual authors to avoid conflict and comparison with existing structures.

General notice.

This work of fiction deals with nudism and will mention nudity. It’s sad that this has to be mentioned, as many of the authors are of the opinion that there is nothing scandalous about simple nudity. None of the stories contain graphic scenes of sexual behaviour. Nudism and naturism should not be conflated with sexual activity.

All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Cover Artwork

The artwork for this cover is an original production of Fabien Barabé. Copyright Barabé Art © 2023.

Publisher’s Copyright

© 2023

The Naturist Fiction Collaboration

ISBN: E-book, not required

Contents

Daring Duo — Fabien Lutz-Barabé

Surveillance — D.H. Jonathan

Guardians of Elderwind — Pip Dunbar

Swallows and Amazons, Keep Their Oaths — Ted Bun

Cretaceous Curiosity — PZ Walker

Adventure at Constellation Cave — Linda Weber

Change of Plan — Jerom Buijsse

Community Standards — Will Forest

Compressions — Odin Dayne

Nude and Ninety — Molly Freytag

Conversion — Gregg B. White

Incident At Inch — Dave Zigzag

The Rose Maiden — Mary Thomas

Ponsira — Andrew Calow

The Pirate Cave — René Bellamy

The Guardians — Nikola Novak

The Kelpie — Michael Beyer

Twins — Steve Green

Adventures on Mill Creek Loop — Stan Muir

Beyond The Cave — Steve Williams

Afterword

Biographies

FOREWORD

Early in 2020, naturist fiction author P. Z. Walker had the idea for a collection of mystery stories to be called Murder in the Nudist Colony, deliberately using the antiquated term nudist colony for a slightly retro, humorous touch. Ted put together the call for submissions, posted it on Twitter and they came. Writers, some established naturist fiction authors, some imaginative non-naturists and some new writers came forward. Robert Longpré set up the structure to share documents as well as the ISBN registered by Retired Eagle Books. Fabien Barabé designed the cover. We had fifteen submissions within a relatively quick timeframe. Then Will and Ted set about editing. Robert and Paul massaged the stories into a consistent format and ...

Mad as the original idea seemed, it worked. Books were sold and money raised for our chosen charity MSF/Doctors Without Borders. Just as well, because 2020 turned out to be one long health crisis.

It was followed by a second book, Romance in the Nudist Colony, and a third, Holiday in the Nudist Colony.

The series has been a strong example of an online community working together. It’s also been so much fun that many of the writers were badgering us to do a follow up.

Adventures Without Clothes is the fourth collaborative anthology and the first to break out beyond the nudist colony. The twenty stories collected here represent the work of several first-time writers as well as other more established authors. The guidelines were as follows: Your story can be set anywhere in this world or any other you wish to create. Some of the people on this adventure must be without clothing for all or part of the undertaking. You should seek to include some elements of either quest, journey or rescue and some physical risk or danger for your protagonists. Gender or species of your protagonists are not specified but your narrative should reflect the vales of naturism/nudism.

In this anthology we celebrate acts of bravery and derring-do, real and imagined, encompassing many kinds of experiences. The stories gathered here show collectively that nudity can be a state of vulnerability, but also, and just as importantly, a state of strength.

Slip into something comfortable and enjoy!

Ted Bun and Will Forest

OUR CHARITY

When the idea was being discussed, we had no idea which charity was going to benefit. Slowly we realised that to reflect the authors and the readership, we needed a charity that was:

·   International in scope

·   Unaligned to a belief system

·   Unaligned politically

·   Humanitarian

·   Recognisable to the general readership

We selected Médecins Sans Frontières from the many good causes.

Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF) is an independent international humanitarian organisation that delivers emergency medical aid to people affected by armed conflict, epidemics, natural and man-made disasters, or exclusion from health care in more than 60 countries around the world.

We are sure they would be delighted to receive any further donations to support their work.

Daring Duo — Fabien Lutz-Barabé

I know that this was something you wanted to take off your bucket list, but I should have drawn the line on this one, Jake Gambit said as he looked at a photo of himself and his best friend Franky on their recent excursion.

What can I say, I love the adventure, said his friend Franky, Francesco Tola.

You always have to have it your way, don’t you?

I am what I am, said Franky.

Jake and Franky were NYPD homicide detectives. To say they were more than partners was an understatement, because they were more like brothers. Franky had a large family, but he was never as close to his own flesh and blood as he was to Jake.

Franky liked to tease Jake when they were taking their shower before leaving the precinct for the day, towel snapping and joking about Jake always taking his shower in a private stall as opposed to the communal showers. Truth be told, Jake had a secret crush on Franky, even though he knew that Franky was a purebred Italian ladies’ man. The fact that Jake was gay didn’t bother Franky in the least, hence the teasing that took place in the locker room.

Franky was always into adventure of some sort, something that stemmed from his teenage years. Naturism was also something that his family enjoyed together, at home and on vacation wherever it allowed. To him, it was the purest form of freedom.

When Jake met him at the academy, Franky was not shy to tell him about his nudist lifestyle. He kept saying that nudity went beyond sex. It was a form of liberation from the tyranny of clothes. Jake didn’t buy into any of it but indulged his friend’s belief.

Their first nudist adventure together took place two years earlier when Franky convinced Jake to go on a nudist cruise. That did not turn out as it should have. They became involved in investigating the murder of the ship’s CEO’s son.

Their next outing was a few weeks after that when they went nude skydiving. Not only did Jake have to overcome being uncomfortable being naked, but he also had to overcome his fear of heights. He often wondered how Franky always managed to convince him to do so many things, so far outside of his comfort zone.

A month ago, before their latest escapade, Franky danced into Jake’s office. You’ll never guess what I just booked us for!

Oh god, not another nudist adventure? Seriously Franky, I can’t keep doing this!

Come on, it’ll be fun! insisted Franky.

What is it this time? said Jake.

Franky tossed a pamphlet on Jake’s desk. You’re not serious - rock climbing? said Jake as he looked at the pamphlet. You know how I hate heights. Why on earth would I subject myself to this on top of being naked? No, not going to happen! Besides, we have too much of a busy caseload to just go off to California on a whim.

I already cleared it with Captain Stanton, and I promise, it will be the last time we do anything with heights, said Franky.

And nudity? responded Jake, eyeing his friend suspiciously.

Well.... we’ll see. Franky grinned.

You are incorrigible, Franky Tola, you know that? Jake said throwing the pamphlet at his friend.

I am what I am, my friend. I am what I am, Franky called back as he walked out the door.

In the month leading up to their next excursion, Jake and Franky practiced every day on the rock-climbing wall at the local gym. This preliminary practice took place before they went outdoors and practiced on actual rock cliffs, located in upper New York state. They started small, but eventually they were scaling faces up to 300 feet high, accompanied by the private instructor who would have to certify them before their main climb.

A week before their trip, Jake was at home having a tv dinner and beer while watching television when there was a knock on the door. Before Jake could even get up to answer, Franky walked in. Hey, what are you eating? A tv dinner? Have I not taught you anything about cooking?

I didn’t feel like cooking tonight, said Jake. It’s Friday and I don’t want to do anything all weekend.

That won’t do, I had plans for us tonight at the Bay Club, Franky said as he pulled away Jake’s tv dinner and threw it in the garbage.

Hey! I was eating that! Jake bemoaned, his stomach gurgling.

Get your lazy ass off the couch and make yourself presentable, we are going out. We are going to have a decent dinner at the club, Franky said while dragging Jake off the couch.

On arrival at the Bay Club, the Maître ‘d led Franky and Jake to their table.

Once they were seated, Jake turned to Franky and said, Okay, spill it, what’s going on?

Can’t a guy take his best bud out to dinner?

Franky, I know you too well, so spill, demanded Jake.

Fine, said Franky You got me. I did have an ulterior motive for getting you out here tonight.

Ah ha, I knew it, Jake said as he took a breadstick from the basket. What is it now?

"Not so much an it as a him," Franky replied, looking past Jake.

Say what? said Jake.

Franky ignored his friend as he stood up to greet the man just arriving at their table. Hi Brandon. Franky shook his hand and introduced him to Jake.

Jake glowered at his friend as he turned to greet the newcomer. Hello.

Hello, said Brandon.

Please, have a seat, said Franky, directing Brandon to a chair. Brandon is new in town. We happened to meet at the library.

You? At the library? I’m surprised, said Jake.

Why is that so surprising? Franky said looking at Jake.

I didn’t know you could read, Jake said laughingly.

Very funny, oh will you look at the time, I have to go, said Franky.

Startled, Jake looked angrily at Franky, mouthing quietly, Don’t do this. But Franky simply walked away.

Brandon cleared his throat, I gather you had no clue about this?

Jake composed himself and took another breadstick from the basket. No, no I didn’t.

Later that evening, Franky was about to go to bed when he heard his phone ping. Picking it up he saw that Jake had texted him. I’ll get you for this, Tola.

Franky smiled, because whenever Jake referred to him by his last name, he knew he had hit a nerve. Franky texted back, Did you have a bad evening then, Jake?

Well, no. But that’s beside the point. You had no business setting me up like that.

Listen bud, you keep yourself cooped up in your apartment every weekend. You needed to get out of your rut.

I happen to like my rut, Franky.

Yeah. Goodnight, partner.

The following week flew by as Franky counted down each day before their trip to California on the following Sunday. Three more days and we’ll be on our way to California!

Jake looked up from the paperwork piling up on his desk and said, Franky, Sunday won’t happen if you don’t get your report in to the captain.

Paperwork? I already gave my report this morning, said Franky munching on an apple.

You did? Who are you and what have you done to my friend? Jake grinned.

Sunday arrived, and Franky once again let himself into Jake’s apartment. Turning the corner, he caught Jake coming out of the bathroom completely naked. Jake let out a yell, Jesus Franky, what the hell? Can’t you knock? while hitching a towel around his waist.

Then you shouldn’t have given me your key. Franky chuckled to himself.

Not one of my brightest ideas, said Jake.

Hey, the Uber is here. Come on Jake, we got to go, hurried Franky.

The six-hour flight to San Francisco was uneventful except for the occasional turbulence. Franky and Jake grabbed their duffel bags as they came around the turnstile and headed to the taxi area outside the arrival terminal doors.

Here’s our taxi now, said Franky. Right on time!

The driver hefted the duffel bags into the trunk and once he was settled back in the driver’s seat, he turned to the two men and asked, Where to, gents?

Grant Plaza, please, replied Franky.

Grant Plaza was in the heart of San Francisco, just three blocks from Union Square and a block from the financial district.

Jake and Franky checked in and were shown to their room with two queen size beds. This is nice, said Jake as he sat on one of the beds.

Franky collapsed on the other bed. It sure is. Want to go out for dinner?

Nah, said Jake. How about we order room service? Kitchen is still open, and it looks like a nice menu.

Franky sat up. Sure, order whatever you want, I’ll take the same. I’m going to jump in the shower.

Within twenty minutes, room service arrived with the food Jake had ordered at the same time as Franky came out of the bathroom. My friggin’ God! Franky, at least wrap a towel around yourself, can’t you?

For as long as we have known each other, and you still have a problem with my being naked? said Franky as he flopped down on his bed.

As often as you’ve told me, the concept of casual nudity will never sink into my brain. Jake looked away as he addressed his friend.

The next day, Jake was waiting outside as Franky pulled next to the curb with their rental car. Really Franky, a BMW? That must have cost you a pretty penny!

Not too bad, when your family is loaded, laughed Franky. We should be at the mountain just before lunch. The group instructor said we should start the climb before two o’clock.

Jake strapped himself in and looked at Franky. Group instructor? Just how many of us will be there? I thought it would be just the two of us?

They’ll be about a dozen climbers or so. said Franky.

Jake would have slumped in his seat if he could have. He sarcastically said, Great.

The directions to the private land provided by the nude climbing group were entered into the GPS and they set off. The views from the highway overlooking the Pacific Ocean were simply spectacular, which helped Jake relax and not think about the climb itself. After the month of training, Jake had overcome his fear of heights and enjoyed the rush he got when he reached the summit of Prospect Mountain in upper New York state.

They arrived at the main entrance and were admitted in, and they parked among the other dozen or so cars that were there. They walked towards the first trail where they met up with the climbing instructor and his assistants along with the other climbers for the day. Jake was quick to notice that everyone was naked and in their gear, ready for the hike to the mountain they were to climb.

Hello, I’m Franky Tola and this is my friend Jake Gambit, said Franky as he shook the instructor’s hand.

Welcome, let me introduce you to the group. I’m Evan and this is Jeanine and Brad who are my assistants today. Your climbers today are Don, Elise, April, Ken, and Nick. Everybody waved in response to their names being called. You two will be climbing with me. Jeanine will supervise Don and Elise on the climb and Brad’s group will be April, Ken and Nick. Get undressed and put your clothes in the locker here. This land belongs to my family for over six generations so, you can rest assured, no unwanted visitors have access.

This eased Jake’s mind somewhat even though he still felt awkward undressing in front of strangers. Franky turned to him, Pretty neat, eh?

If you say so, said Jake.

The hike was an hour and a half to the mountain face. There, they all re-checked their equipment and followed their instructors’ advice as they trailed behind in single file.

The key to rock climbing was to increase your power and endurance during training and building hand and finger strength. For Jake and Franky their regular gym training since their time at the academy didn’t hurt. Both were considered fit by the other gym monkeys.

Each step up was slow and steady as well as calculated. One misstep and the entire team could go tumbling down. Positioned just above Franky, Jake the least experienced, was managing to hold his own following Evan. Franky was keeping his eye on Jake and guided him on his hand placement for the next move up. It was at that moment that Jake lost his footing and held on to his rope nearly taking Evan down. Evan held out his hand and Jake get his foot back on the small ledge. Telling him to stop and catch his breath, Franky followed up beside them. Well, that was exciting!

It’s important not to just watch where you grip with your hands but your foot positions as well. Franky, that’s your job to keep track of Jake’s movement. Got that? ordered Evan.

Yes sir, said Franky, feeling like he did in his academy days.

It’s at least another forty-five-minute climb to the top. I suggest we stop for a minute and eat a protein bar, Evan said as he handed a bar each to Jake and Franky.

After a five-minute rest, they resumed their climb towards the top. About twenty minutes into the ascent Jake heard Franky calling to him and Evan from below. Jake, Evan, I don’t feel so good.

Jake looked down to see Franky clutching his left arm. Franky! He cried. Evan, I think Franky is having a heart attack!

Evan looked down and said to Jake. Stay put, I’m going to take Franky down as fast as I can, so I can start first aid.

Jake did what he had been instructed - he didn’t move. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t breathing as Evan moved down beside him. He positioned himself beside Franky. He pulled out an extra harness and fastened it around Franky tying the two of them together. He then yelled out to Brad. I must get Franky down fast! Come over and guide Jake back to your team, then bring them all down!

Brad did as he was told and updated Jeanine as to the situation, advising her to bring her group down as well.

Meanwhile Jake was anxiously watching his friend, who seemed to be unconscious and a heavy burden for Evan. The party’s leader had called emergency services earlier. He had arranged to meet them at the bottom of the mountain knowing full well that time was not on their side.

Once everyone had made it to the bottom, Jake ran towards his friend and Evan who was giving CPR. But it was too late. As Jake approached, Evan looked up at him and said, I’m so sorry. Jake fell to his knees beside his friend’s still body and sobbed. Oh no Franky, please no.

Nooooo!! screamed Jake as he sat upright in his bed sweating profusely. Oh Franky, I can’t believe you’re gone. How could this happen?

I’m sorry, bud, said Franky sitting on the chair in the corner of the room. My family had a history of heart conditions. My pop passed when he was just forty-eight.

Franky? Are you here? Jake looked around as a chill moved over him. Looking at his nightstand, Jake picked up his phone and placed a call.

Hello? Jake? The voice answering at the other end of the call was slurred with sleep.

Sorry, I know it’s late.

That’s okay, same nightmare again? said Brandon now fully awake.

Yeah.

Want to come over?

Is that okay?

Sure, I’ll have a coffee ready for when you get here.

Thanks, said Jake and turned off his phone.

Well, look at you! said Franky. I guess one good thing came out of this. Good for you buddy, good for you.

And with that, Franky was gone.

Surveillance — D.H. Jonathan

Should we go in there?

I think we have to.

Do we have to— you know...

We’ll need to blend in, so yeah, I said.

Can’t we just report to the client that she went into a nudist resort and leave it at that? Rebecca asked.

No. We were hired to find evidence of infidelity on the part of his wife, and her simply driving into a nudist resort doesn’t qualify. And besides, if she’s seeing someone inside the resort, we need to get documentation of that.

Well. Shit. OK. You can’t look at me though.

Hey, I’m going to be as naked as you are.

Rebecca, our investigator trainee, and I had driven past the entrance to the Sunny Oaks Nudist Resort while tailing the wife of our client Richard Boone. I had slowed and turned into the driveway of a country farmhouse before backing out onto the two-lane highway to go back in the opposite direction. Boone had hired us because he suspected his pretty and much younger wife Gina was sleeping around and wanted proof of that. Personally, I thought the guy was just paranoid. Either that or was just tired of Gina and wanted a way to void the prenuptial agreement she had signed. Whatever the case, I was happy to take his money and follow the pretty redhead around town for a few weeks. I was surprised on this warm Saturday when she led us out here into the country and shocked when she had turned into the entrance to Sunny Oaks. What was even more interesting was that she hadn’t spent very long at the gate, which told me that she had her own code to get in.

I turned slowly into the entrance of the nudist resort and pulled up to the keypad. I nodded to the camera above the gate as a way to point it out to Rebecca.

Smile, you’re on candid camera, I said.

I rolled down the window and looked at the note next to the keypad. There was a number for deliveries and visitors to call. I supposed that one could call on the keypad—there was something that looked like a speaker and microphone—but I called on my cell phone which was connected to the car.

Sunny Oaks, a female voice answered.

Hi. We’d like to come in and visit for the day.

For today you mean?

Yes. We’re at the gate now.

And did you make an appointment?

Uh, no. This is kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing.

And you’re a couple?

I looked at Rebecca and shrugged. Yeah.

Normally, we like our visitors to call ahead of time. But since you’re already here, I’ll buzz you in. Turn right just past the gate, park, and come into the office.

Will do, I said.

I did as instructed, and Rebecca and I got out of the car still fully clothed. The registration at the office was simple enough. We had to show the lady our driver’s licenses. She photocopied them and told us she was running a simple background check to make sure we weren’t felons or sex offenders. As the partner of a firm that performed such background checks, I had to restrain myself from trying to sell her our services.

Have either of you ever been to a nudist resort before? the lady asked while she was, apparently, waiting on the background check results.

No, I said.

In that case.

She handed each of us a brochure with several guidelines. The one she pointed to first was the one about always having a towel between us and whatever surface we sat on. Rebecca and I looked at each other. I glanced around the office and saw that there were several things for sale, towels and sunscreen among them. The prices for the towels were a bit high, I thought, but the towels were nicely thick with Sunny Oaks embroidered on them. I bought two of them along with a bottle of SPF70 spray-on sunscreen. I didn’t want to have to rub anything on the nude body of my new investigator trainee. The price of the towels didn’t bother me so much since we would be putting that cost on the expense report that would be paid by the client, Richard Boone.

Once our background checks came in clean and our purchases were bagged and paid for, the lady invited us on a tour of the resort on her golf cart. She took us all around the place, showing us the clubhouse, pools, and hot tub along with the cabins and campsites available for rent. I looked for any sign of Gina Boone from our seat on the golf cart, but I didn’t see her. What we did see was a whole lot of exposed skin. It was Saturday, so the pools and pool deck were crowded.

Water volleyball is really popular this time of year, the lady told us, and there were a lot of people playing in the pool with the net strung across it.

Most of the pool lounge chairs were occupied by either naked bodies or towels. I wondered how Rebecca and I were going to find a place that would be good for spotting and surveilling Gina Boone.

We also have a strict no photography rule, the lady said once we got back to the office. She handed us two small round paper stickers. You can put these over the camera lenses on your cell phones. That way, no one will question you.

Rebecca and I took the stickers and placed them in the proper positions on our phones. Photographic evidence was a big part of what we provide for our clients,