I was on a naked sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years

ago and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we had had a bottle of wine or four, and decided we needed to proceed to the pub ashore for a drink – but of course we didn’t want to get dressed. Somehow we didn’t see this as a issue. Into the dighy we scaled, motored off to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked. There were just half a dozen folks there, but not surprisingly our entrance was noticed. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got nude (though his girlfriend got him get dressed again – I Have often believed that I expected he dumped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialog, and in a moment the waiter came along. She was really flustered, garbled a couple of incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.

We spent almost two hours in http://cutenudist.com and had a grand time. Eventually many of the other patrons left, the bartender got http://nudistwmv.com , and yet the waiter took off her top. She and our hostess then compared breast jobs and discovered they’d had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta.

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It was certainly a memorable night!

But the part I actually have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks. We went without clothing, consequently without pockets, consequently without wallets, hence without money. So I guess the best part of the evening was that it was not only clothing-free, it was additionally drinks-for-free.