Dave's Journey Back To Nature: Part 4

The Business Turn-around.

Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The three of us found ourselves sat naked, prim and properly behind our booth.

As
you can imagine our booth was very popular, and you can't keep a good
man or woman for that matter down. Everyone was very polite asking the
same, repetitive questions. Many complimenting Suzi and Muriel.

"I'm
bored." Said Suzi and we agreed that it was getting tedious and quite
anti-climactic. "I have an idea, I'll do it first, then you have to
follow."

"What?" I perked up.

"Wait and see, I'm waiting for a dishy man to come along."

She didn't have to wait long, before a well-built local lad sauntered over.

"That was a lovely show you put on there, ladies."

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Have you ever visited our Arundel holiday resort?"

"No, but I've thought about it."

Suzi
stood up, allowing her hair to fall away from her boobs and the top of
her pussy lips to be seen between her closed legs. She leant forward and
opened up a leaflet, explaining it to the young lad, but he wasn't
listening.

After
he left, we all had a good giggle and I was volunteered next. I asked
Muriel to point out some locals who might be up for a good laugh.

"That's Jill, whose original idea this all was. Over there, with her sister. I'll call them over."

They approached rather sheepishly, but were calmed by our big smiles.

"I hear you've had an exciting day." Jill said

"And it's all down to you and your marvelous idea." I praised her.

Jill blushed a bit at this and I took it as my cue, I stood up with my semi erect cock bouncing around in front of me,

"Ladies,
let me buy you a drink; as a thank you." As I said this I maneuvered
towards them, Jill nearly jumping backwards, but her sister a much
cooler customer. Staring directly at my rocket, she said, "Where do you
keep your money?"

I
gestured reaching for my wallet, then acting like I misplaced it. My
hands slapped one ass cheek, then the other. Then I shrugged in an ‘I’m
so sorry’ sort of way.

We all burst out laughing and bade farewell to the good-natured sisters.

"I
don't know if I can top that." Said Muriel, still laughing "and besides
the festival is closing shortly. Thank you both so much for one of the
nicest, most fun, and exciting days I've ever had. I love you both." We
all welled up and came in for a big hug, a family hug.

 The  bookings rocketed and the Arundel Resort went from strength to strength, generating more great opportunities.

First,
the local and regional press covered all the event. A Few Fleet Street
London papers reposted the frackus. One rather cheeky tabloid did a
feature report, a few days later, carrying a background history of the
‘Hippy Free-Love Resort.’

Then, the targeted audience, those who are serious about nudism; all read our feature article about the resort.

It was focused on Naturism for a new generation. Within weeks our resort was booked full, well into late September.

Muriel
hired Geri, who is Mary’s lover, and just happens to be the daughter of
Jim & Muriel’s old friends and patrons, since the 80s. Geri was
asked  to help with publicity and promotions. Geri had arranged an
ongoing advertising contract with H & E magazine. This allowed the
resort to seal the deal and bring in folks from a worldwide draw.

Geri had reserved a block of Chalets for a reunion of fellow 2^nd generation
naturists. She asked them to feel free to invite a partner, as well.
The reunion was planned for mid-august. Geri structured the activities
with the help of Mary. Suzi and I just helped wherever a need arose.
Suzi and I had no idea how much our ‘Godiva Event inspired the reunion
group. They wanted us to participate in everything, even though we
didn’t share their legacies.

Muriel
loved that week more than any. She said it was like going back in time,
to when she and Jim were with several dozens of ‘flower children.’

In
September, an aging folk group, from sixties fame, was booked for an
outdoor concert. It brought out many of the original hippies, Suzi and
Dave arranged with Mike, to lease his hayfield across the road from the
entrance gate. There, the tents, RV and campers filled the horizon.