It's an episode, a little scene I do not want to tell my wife. On the one hand, not to put me unnecessarily in bad light. A professional consultant took me once and asked me why I was joking at my own expense. He said colleagues might hang out laughing at me, in the narrative or in the story. I should tell stories in which I was successful. Sometimes it is better to keep your mouth than to be negative.
Back to the story I do not want to tell my wife otherwise because I do not want to betray my friends who are concerned about it.
For several years, we have been meeting with other couples to form a so-called dance circle. It is a sporting event between dance sport and tea dancing, between the Argentinian dance cafe and the course at the People's College. All 5 married couples have an orderly, family background. Many experiences with the children and during workdays only have to be indicated in the conversations. We have experienced everything ourselves, managed, desired and - not achieved. When we came into this dance circle, the other couples obviously knew better. They sincerely welcomed each other by hugs and cheek kisses, which we are not used to. After several years, however, I let it go over me to attract less attention. I try not to forget anyone with my embraces, I do not need it, despite my honest sympathy for the friends. Even if it goes a little further, it is specially uncomfortable with men. As I said, it is not an intention, but an occasional touch with the female breast is not unpleasant to me. In men, I am more afraid that someone from the embrace can lead to a cheek kiss. But, as always, a certain routine distributes the uncertainties of a situation. Rituals are created to avoid meaning questions.
Now I have to start with the story. At one of the weekly dancing parties, Anke told stories about her holiday. She always makes some special adventures. They are distinguished in particular by the fact that they are not the same as the customary ones. So she told us about a "not planned" bike ride that took her to a lake. There, the couple spontaneously spent the night in the tent, all alone. I do not remember exactly whether Anke was watching another couple who went naked on the morning of the next day. In any case, she wondered how she should do her morning toilets. And so, to the surprise of her husband, she did not wear a bikini, but went naked into the lake. Anke told us that she loved it, quite naturally, without circumlocution, so just as she and her husband have always lived. Spontaneous.
This story is known to my wife, of course. So she is not yet what I do not want to tell my wife. The case is. My wife and I love the sun and bathe naked when the opportunity arises. I have already been able to persuade my wife to spend a holiday at the naturist campsite. She is not so tired of dressing as I am, but she also enjoys being able to omit the bathing suit or to ignore embarrassing changing dresses. But my wife is slowing me with regard to our children. The adolescences are somewhat critical with the naked parents. For the sake of peace, my wife often renounced my exposition. She negotiates compromises, which can be borne by the whole family. Of these domestic activities, however, neither the children tell their friends, nor can we talk with other couples about. Reports of our nude vacations were always kindly ignored by our friends. We meet with friendly misunderstandings, so this is currently one of us also excluded austerity.
So now the story: Since my wife worked on Sunday, I went alone to the nudist beach of our town lake. I lay there comfortably on my towel and watched the hustle and bustle at the water. It is a constant coming and going, into the water, or back on the lying surface. The children play in the sand. Again and again clothed people are coming through, first looking for a comfortable place. Suddenly I recognize Anke, in a bikini, and her husband in a swimming trunks, as before, just over the butt, not so modern, with pockets and to the shinbone. I wonder whether I should go to greet them. Maybe they have not seen me yet. They are not looking to me, and I stand only a little out of the crowd of naked bodies, who are also mostly my age, and often also of my stature. I know that it is more unpleasant if one does not greet immediately at first sight. Then the right moment must be meticulously sought. Let's see how Anke approaches me when I embrace her, and Andreas. Suddenly 20 meters before reaching me, they turned to the lake. They can not see me anymore because I am lying in their backs. They talk to each other, indecisively, they look at the lake. They place their own towels next to them in the grass. I decide to wait until they recognize me. I do not want to be frightened or obtrusive. Yes, I feel that it is an intimate conversation of the two, a confidential conversation. Anke suddenly shrugs and starts to undress the bikini top, looking at the lake. Andreas does not move. Anke takes off the panties. The two are both of the kind that hold their weight effortlessly, a narrow butt, no belly. I cannot remember, however, whether they have told to be vegetarian. I think only one or two of the children are vegetarians, so far.
Anke looks briefly at Andreas and goes for the first step towards the lake. I decide to welcome her after her bath. Andreas drops his pants on his towel and goes, without looking around to Anke. They take each other by the hand and talk again, obviously calm and relaxed. They look at each other and begin to swim. Just for a moment, I wonder if it is a good moment to welcome them in the water. In any case, the embrace could be omitted. But they are talking so beautifully. I do not want to disturb. Perhaps they'll come to me afterwards. If they come out of the water, would they have to see me, or do they just have a different picture of me, from the dance hour, that they do not recognize me spontaneously in my nakedness?
I turn back to my book. After a while I see that the two will swim to the shore and be there immediately. I read my page to the end. Then I see them standing again, now naked, facing the lake, turned away from me. They will surely discover me when they lie down on their towels. But what is that? Struggling away from me, they put on their bathing clothes again. Don`t you want to use the beautiful summer afternoon? Do you have more dates or feel more comfortable in the textile sector? I am waiting and am ready to take up eye contact with them. But they do not look in my direction. Then they go back. There are doubts as to whether they have enjoyed their naked bath or even frightened my naked vision.
I have been curious to see if Anke will tell about her trip to the lake at the next dance circle. But I have not wanted my wife to wait for it. This would give too much importance to the matter and possibly also violate the intimacy of a marriage experience. Suddenly Anke and Andreas didn´t come to the dance circle. We will meet again after the holiday break.
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