The Pop-Out on the Patawanee Creek

I smiled. Proud. It was a good day. A new friendship. A sweet escape. The warmth of the sun. Good company and sincere laughs. The high spirit of adventure.

It felt so right.

I dropped a hand behind Rhonda, who walked next to me, and stealthily ran my fingers across her backside.

"It's not over," I whispered.

"It's just beginning," she rejoined.

Jon called out to the others, now 20 yards away. "Hey! What's wrong with you guys? It's Nude Day. Didn't you read Marybeth's email? All clothes off! Full body tans for everyone!"

I moved my hand back to Rhonda's backside and cupped a cheek. As I did so, I noticed that Jon had done the same to Marybeth.

Desire clearly burned in all of us.

I returned my eyes to the bank. A huge smile broadened across my face. We were not going to be alone for our naked reveling on Nude Day.

Do you want me to tell you more? There's not much to say. I spent a beautiful sunny day, surrounded by beautiful fun-loving people, whose firm wet athletic bodies glistened in the late afternoon glow. We were great friends before and intimate friends after. At the end, we made plans to get together and do it again. Rhonda did become a close friend. Occasionally, we will give in to a romantic escape. But true friendship is always more important. I am so glad I met. Her freedom on the river has changed me for the better.