![]() We’ll strip down in bathroom stalls, showers stalls, changing stalls, we will find any kind of stall before we flash another woman. Maybe for a guy, a nude beach was like being in a locker room - but even in locker rooms, most women don’t just get naked in front of each other. Maybe it was something subconsciously primal, something about being the only woman of childbearing age in a pack of naked men that made me freeze. There was one other woman there, about 60 or so, sitting and chatting with nude men in a little circle of lawn chairs. ![]() There were maybe a dozen people at the Punch Bowl that day, mostly men, none with tan lines, all with gray hair. Except for a friendly wave hello when we first pulled in, absolutely no one was looking our way or even seemed to notice us - but still, my stomach clenched.
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