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We are not prudes. It was not because one of the two other couples
in the rec room on our first night at Sunny Rest lodge were
engaged in passionate embrace that we decided to head back to
our motel unit. Nor was that the other couple were discussing
using the pool table as a setting for an amorous engagement.
Very simply, we were tired. It had been a long drive through
Virginia and up through Pennsylvania, and we were thoroughly
exhausted.
As we walked back to our room, we wondered just how wild
a place this really was. We had certainly heard rumors.
People had told us, "Oh, you don't want to go there!". A
"wild" place. An "unacceptable" place. Swingers and perverts,
oh my.
But other people had spoken well of Sunny Rest. Nice place.
Pretty. Comfortable. Tolerant people. Swingers, yes, but
not everyone was that way. Give it a try.
So, since we had planned a visit to our daughter in Eastern
Virginia, we decided that a few days at Sunny Rest wouldn't
hurt. We had made reservations, and when we arrived, we
were pleasantly surprised at the spacious, clean motel
rooms, complete with a shower, cable TV, heat, air
conditioning, and a refrigerator. No living out of an
ice chest this trip!
The grounds were pleasant, the pool was large, with conveniently
adjacent rest rooms and showers. The restaurant looked
clean, the menu looked interesting, and the staff seemed
friendly and anxious to please. The owners, Buddy and Myra,
greeted us and made sure we understood how to get towels,
soap, things like that. It was mid week, so we hadn't met
very many other people, but the few that we did meet were friendly.
Even the amorous couples from the rec room were friendly.
Maybe too friendly, Linda quipped.
Oh, well. To each his own. As for us, bed was our choice,
and we were soon sound asleep.
Morning found bright sunshine nagging us to get up and get
about our business. Of course, we had no business. This
was vacation, and we could get up whenever we darn well
pleased. The sun beams streaming through our windows
said, sure, you can lie there all day if you want, but
it's pretty out here, so get up! get up!
We did. Breakfast is included in the cost of a room at Sunny
Rest, so we washed up and strolled to the restaurant. Our
expectations were not overly high: a free breakfast is
apt to be less than most people would normally eat, but
we were surprised. The portions were more than ample,
there was plenty of variety, and the food was actually
pretty good. Actually better than what we had eaten the
previous morning at a national breakfast chain. We
were happy.
After breakfast, Linda headed back to our room to do the
mysterious rituals that women must do to their face and
hair, and I hopped into the pool. There was no one else
there; in fact we had been the only people in the restaurant.
Midweek is quiet at nudist camps, and midweek at 8:00 AM is
even quieter. The pool was mine.
However, I was soon joined by the male part of the couple
intent on misuse of the pool table from the previous night.
I remembered his name was Jim, and said good morning, and he
remembered my name, and did the same. He slipped into the pool and
splashed about a bit.
"Hope we didn't gross you out last night", he said. No, I
explained, we were just tired. Long trip, blah, blah. Just
tired.
"My wife will be down in a while. She's up at our tent screwing
some guy we met this morning".
Jim's eyes searched my face for some sign of disgust, or perhaps
interest. I've been a poker player for almost 40 years, so
he found nothing there. He might as well have said that she
was eating eggs in the restaurant. Whether this was truth or
simply a test, I didn't care. No reaction.
"So...", he looked off into the distance and then turned back
to me with a look of angelic innocence and said, "Where's
your wife?"
I laughed. Yes, that was rude and crude and lewd, but it was
also *funny*. I shook my head and laughed some more. "Fixing
her face", I answered, and laughed again.
"You know", I said, "you are going to get yourself thrown out
of here". I meant it mostly in jest, but my prediction came
true a few days later when Jim made similar remarks in the
presence of a couple who did not find him at all amusing. They
complained to management, and management acted. There are
rules at Sunny Rest. The rules are flexible, and will vary
with circumstances and perhaps even the time of day, but
there are boundaries, and Jim pushed those boundaries too
hard. But that was still in the future, and I was not
offended by him. It's hard to be offended when you are
laughing.
We started chatting then, and Jim's personality emerged. Crude
and lewd, yes, but also bright, articulate, interesting and
unusually sensitive. We talked about kids and careers, politics
and the human condition, nudist camps and equity funds. Our
wives joined us eventually, and they seemed to hit it off well,
so the four of us splashed about the pool and passed the morning
getting to know each other.
The next few days were like that. We met people, we talked, we
laughed, we enjoyed the camp. Most of the people we met were
very friendly and open. Some were swingers and made no bones
about it, and some were not, and made sure we knew that, also.
We saw no more instances of overt sex, though we certainly
overheard some eye-brow raising conversations. Mostly we
just played in the sun.
We skipped the Friday night dance. We were still tired, and
everyone said that Saturday night would be better because there
would be more people there, and we knew that we would not be
up to doing both nights. There was a disturbance outside our
motel room late Friday night; much loud yelling, and slamming
of doors. This went on for quite a while, but eventually
things quieted down again and we got back to sleep.
Saturday morning the camp was abuzz with the story of some
incident at the dance, extreme jealousy, a running fight
through the camp grounds. Obviously the source of our
disturbance. A worried looking Buddy had asked us if
we had been disturbed. Well, yes, of course we had. He
was extremely sorry, and wanted us to know that the people
responsible had been asked to leave. He said that while
you cannot expect that someone returning from the dance
might not be momentarily loud and boisterous, this had
been too much. Such people were not welcome at Sunny Rest;
he hoped it would not ruin our enjoyment. No, we'd just
lost a little sleep. Not unhappy that they were gone,
however.
Saturday was somewhat of a milestone for Linda, as she
enjoyed her first ever Margarita under the shade of a pool
side tree. This drink was offered to her by an older
black man named John whom we had actually met previously
at what was then Birch Acres (now Renaissance Resorts).
John was simply amazed that Linda had never tried a
Margarita, and insisted that she do so. Then, over
the next hour or so, she also enjoyed her second
ever Margarita. And then her third, and then her
fourth, and then she suddenly said she had to go take
a nap, which she did.
This indroduction to Mexican drinking almost caused us to
miss the Saturday night dance, but after a few hours of
sleep, a good solid meal, and a whole lot of coffee, Linda
felt she was up to the challenge, so we walked up around
9:00 o'clock.
I simply cannot describe this dance. It was not that there
was anything heavily sexual going on, but as someone
had warned us, "You can do anything you want at the dance. Just
don't do it very long". That certainly seemed to be true.
Myra, Buddy's wife, was trying her best to keep things down
to an acceptable level of decorum. but she couldn't be
everywhere at once. At the beginning of the evening, she
warned a few people to cool it, but as more and more people
crowded into the room, policing efforts became more and more
difficult.
I'm sure that there are people who would be utterly shocked
and dismayed at the behaviour of some people at that dance. On
the other hand, most people were just having fun, and if there
was a little groping now and then, it surely didn't kill
anyone. Myra, representing management, certainly kept it
from turning into an orgy, but I don't think that would
have happened anyway. Just healthy adults at play. Not
everyone's idea of fun, but the crowd here certainly were
enjoying themselves.
We certainly did. We like to dance, and the sight of a couple
pawing each other doesn't bother us. Some guy did dance with
Linda and started to be more physical than she would put up
with, but when she told him what the limits were, he backed
off and apologised. No problem.
The only objection we had was that the room was unbearably warm.
There are large doors, and they were wide open, but there was
no wind that night, and the combined heat of all the bodies
added to a very warm night, so we had to frequently break to
go outside and cool off.
As we usually do, we danced for hours. We danced with each other,
we danced with other people. We saw friends we had met earlier
in the week, the outrageous Jim and his wife were present
and still acting outrageously, and we had plenty of opportunity
to talk and laugh between dances.
Eventually, of course, the evening ends. We were bone dead
tired, and ready for bed. Jim anxiously tried to convince
us that we should come to a trailer party up the hill. Hmm.
Cramped trailer, lots of sexually loose people, lots of
smoke, lots of drinking. Contrast that with clean sheets
and a comfortable bed. No thanks, Jim. We headed for our
motel unit.
Fri Nov 9 22:07:59 2007 Sunny Rest Anonymous
I went to Sunny Rest alone and I met alot of swingers. I went to every
party I got invited to. Everyone I met was so friendly. I got alot of compliments
and offers to have sex (I don't swing but it really pumped up my ego) but
no one ever touched me (that's where I draw the line) One woman at the pool
was so totally disgusting.... whenever the volleyball flew out of the pool
she would grab it and hold onto it until everyone looked at her. Then she
would spread her legs wide open and bend over so far you could see her kidneys
and she'd throw the ball back between her legs. The next day when she did
that again I left the pool and went hiking with some cute guy from East
Stroudsburg. I didn't like the dance party at all, music too loud and not
my style, too hot, and the fetish clothing and go-go dancing made me feel
like I was a pervert just for seeing it. But no problem.... I found some
down to earth hippie people at a campfire and spent the night laughing and
talking and looking at the stars. I love Sunny Rest!!!
Fri Jul 4 08:47:14 2008 sunnyrest steveB
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I havent been to Sunnyrest for a while but I have gone up there at least
twenty times. The first time I went up there I got a speeding ticket in
my haste to get there. It was a fantasy of mine since I was a teenager to
go to a nudist camp. I have gone up as a single and with a mate. I have
always had a great time. The disco at night was great since the women dress
sexy in their fantasy outfits consisting of lingerie or hardly anything
at all. It is the kind of place you can act out your fantasies in public
on the dance floor tastefully of course, there are rules. I would usually
go 4th of July weekend.
The people were always friendly and interesting to talk to. You could meet
lawyers, doctors, construction contractors, cops, Navy captains, entertainers
etc. People of all sizes, shapes, ages and nationalities. I am from NYC
but I have met people from all over the country and abroad there. I actually
have done some business up there. I'm in the luxury item business and I
really went up there to relax and have a good time but you cant help but
get friendly with people and it happens. The only complaint I had years
ago that has since been remedied was having to get up early to claim a lounge
chair by the pool. I would put my towel on a chair around 7AM then go back
to my room and sleep two more hours. Now they have more than enough. I enjoyed
the home style meals they served which they have eliminated years ago. It
brought more people to the dining room and people conversed and got to know
each other. I enjoyed going there as a single but prefer to go as a couple.
Buddy and Myra always made sure their guests were happy and taken care of.
After going there on and off over the years , I felt an attachment to the
place especially by watching the children of the regulars grow up to adulthood.
Perhaps when I find another mate I will go back. It is a must at least once
in your life to experience it. Have fun! Steve B
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