Many mornings we used to say hi and talk a little through the window before she went to work.
She could only see me from the waist up but we both knew I had no clothes on because we had talked about that and they both knew my wife and I were nudists – besides that, once or twice while I was on a ladder I am sure she must have seen me wearing nothing but a tool belt. If she did she must have been very comfortable with it because she never commented on it.
Some years ago a beautiful couple and my wife and I used to live next to each other.
Their kitchen door and our kitchen window were separated by only a few feet (their driveway) and faced each other.
Here, besides the costumes, many definitions fall to the ground to make room for a single term: Naturism.
Until a few years ago I never would have considered the attendance of the nudist beach, then it just happened.
In short, what I thought would be an annoying, proved anything but that.
In that little corner of paradise we went back at other times (consistent with the work commitments of my friend).
I thought that she would opt for the “dressed” part of the beach.
Instead she took me to the beach where almost everybody was naked.