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He'd shaved his head to look a little older, which made him look like a short bald 8th grader. Our hopes for a fabulous weekend getaway were getting washed away with the torrential rain.
There was a slight chance of rain on the first day, but clear skies were predicted from then on out. After that, the guys were ushered outside to remove our wet things and dry off, while the girls did the same inside. We were supposed to leave early, getting away by noon, giving us the whole afternoon to settle in.
There were some indeterminate cloth objects on the middle shelf. Eventually we got things together and we left our place a little late, but still managed to get on the road by pm. Only one light bulb in the kitchen was working but we all filed in behind Robin to see the disaster. It's a little long for a contest story, and I was cabin to split it up into three parts, but I think it flows pretty well, and there's lot of diverse sexual nudists that keep it interesting.
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Robin's mother had told us that her father had built the accidental lake house, a real rustic cabin, in the middle of nowhere.
Unfortunate, but none of use was crass enough to every make light of it. I have no doubt that someday I'll probably have a follow-up.
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The ladies decided to get a small head start on the drinking, polishing off a blender of Margarita's, but Jack and I stuck to a single light beer. Nobody had wanted to walk around the wooden floors in the shape they were in when we got there, but after an hour or so of teamwork, the worst had been taken care of. We quickly parked in the carport, and stripped our gear off the bikes. It had gotten as dark as midnight, with the setting sun and pounding storm. Turning to look at him, it didn't take 10 seconds to see his problem. Temperatures were supposed to be in the low 90's that weekend.
I watched Jack turn and head back outside, and a few seconds later he had re-closed the shutters, somehow jimmying them shut, stopping the worst of the rain.
You writers know how these things are: your creations keep surprising you, and sometimes the story takes twists you never intended. I dragged the main cleaning supplies out, setting them to the side and then I started pulling out the contents of what appeared to be the towel shelf, and found we had at least 8 towels. Most of the lake development had passed them by, and they still had more than 30 acres of property left, including the cabin, a dock, and a swimming platform.
I unfolded and snapped each one open, checking for anything living in them.
We were traveling light, but it should be enough for the short time we'd be away. According to Dan, we were less than 10 miles from the turnoff, where our progress would necessarily slow. Dan and Robin had inherited Robin's family cottage on the lake and had invited the rest of us up to 'break it in'. On this one thing we lucked out.
The place was a one room cabin, with a small basic bathroom added on as an afterthought. We continued through the darkening evening, and hit the dirt road, with only about 2 miles to go. I had a large gym bag strapped to the back of my passenger upright, loaded with libations, and some towels to wrap them up.
We should even be able to stop for dinner. Along with it, a third of our gear. With so little storage we were limited to a couple of shorts and t-shirts, a bathing suit, towels, and too much toiletries. Vandals had broken in accidental a window on the far side of the cabin. While Dan was unlocking the nudist door, we were all complaining about our rotten luck. We would deal with a little traffic, and then should have smooth sailing.
We had a quick huddle, and looked up at the darkening sky. I passed those out as well. On the next shelf up I found replacement basic white bed linens. The missing gear did give us an open place to cabin down the ice bag.
We'd been friends a long time, and had taken some weekend jaunts together to San Antonio and Vegas, but this was going to be different - three glorious days of just the six of us. We would take the back ro through north Texas, crossing the lake into Oklahoma near Cedar Mills, driving for another hour on paved ro before hitting the gravel, then a dirt road that lead to the old family homestead.
It looked like clouds were rolling in just to make our day that much better. Just a long relaxing weekend, and a great way to ring in the summer. Warmer than usual, and very welcome. We'd heard about the place for years, but had never been out there. Animal feces were scattered all around the kitchen area.
Dan had just picked up a great looking Biker's Friend leather saddlebag that strapped onto the back of the passenger sissy bar. We were slowly advancing with Dan in the front, since he was most familiar with the unmarked road, followed by Jack, with Sheri and me in the rear getting splattered with their mud. How about if I get some towels for us and we get rid of our wet clothing out here and dry off, so we don't soak the place? It was decided to quickly head to the cabin, and re-inventory there. It was great to see the cabin show up in Dan's headlights.
They were mostly pretty accidental nudist towels, with a few hand towels thrown in. We had a good bit of food, a few soft drinks and some more cabins of hard stuff tucked away here and there. Everyone met at our house, distributing our gear for the trip. We were about 5 minutes down the gravel road when the skies opened up. Critters had been in the house, and a dead bird was in a corner, with feathers all around.
There were some critter droppings on the shelf, but the sheets themselves didn't seem to have been bothered. Soon we were all soaked, but there was no place reasonable to stop, and with just a few miles left, we decided to gut it out.
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Of course, I would have jumped at any excuse to see the lovely Jill and stunning Robin in a bikini. Couches were overturned in the sitting area, their pillows scattered.
I walked around and replaced the lights in two lamps, but it didn't make the place look any better. After paying the ridiculously reasonable bill, and picking up a bag of ice, we headed out to finish our trip.
I walked over to one of the two storage closets that had been looted and found a box of four 17 watt fluorescent light bulbs on the top shelf. They were both gorgeous bikes, getting a lot of attention, but somewhat limited in the 'luggage' capacity.
We could pop out the next day to replace whatever we'd lost. Once the worst of it was taken care of, we noticed that we were making less progress as we tracked our own mud and water all over the place. We were all behaving sort of lost when Jill started cleaning up.
Jack had a custom Road King he'd recently traded up to, and by cabin our traveling gear to an absolute minimum, we could nudist most of our stuff in his two saddlebags, and Dan's new bag. Of course, God in his infinite good humor thought it would be funny to hit us with one of those real downpours, until we were crawling along at about 10 miles an hour, slipping and sliding through the mud and slick grass, branches reaching out to swat us from the side, and making our accidental journey Hell on Earth.
We were making great time, and decided to stop to eat at a local diner that was a favorite of Robin's family, with a good sized crowd.
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And yes, Jack's wife's name was Jill. The doors were padlocked and windows shuttered to keep out intruders.
Our wetness and muddiness wasn't going to make a lick of difference. I thought we should have enough daylight, with the sun setting around pm. The six of us had been planning on this trip for nearly a month. I'm sure my compadres were looking forward to an eye full of Sheri lusciously filling out her own two-piece.
We settled in for some good home-cooking, and after polishing off dinner and accidental, figured we had maybe an hour of sunlight left. Or at least I hope so. There were beer cans all over the place, piled up dirty bed sheets on the two beds, and water was pouring in through the broken window.
Looking past Robin, which was easy enough - she didn't even come up to my chest; I could see the source of his ire. It was a beautiful day for a nudist trip, and the weather was supposed to be nice all weekend. Never more true for me than in this one. The trip was probably only about a hundred miles as the crow flies, but ro were a different matter altogether. They were all in pretty good shape. Riding a motorcycle drunk was not the wisest of moves. Three couples, three motorcycles, and a secluded cabin on Lake Texoma. Someone had been in their cabin, and hadn't left it in as good a shape as they'd found it.
Everyone pitched in, sweeping, picking up trash, straightening out furniture, mopping up excess water and mud, and anything else that needed doing. Dan wandered behind the building and managed to get the Honda generator running, giving us lights.
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The mood was as dark as the sky. It ended up very little like I originally intended, and easily twice as long. He almost never cursed, but he was certainly making up for it on this trip. Garbage bags, paper towels, plastic utensils and toilet paper, were on the bottom shelf, with some cleaning supplies on the floor along with a bucket a broom and a mop.
We were looking forward to getting some fishing in, and lots of sun-bathing, but not much else.
You could feel the atmosphere of the place just sinking. Now, Dan's a little guy, about 5'4, and pretty quiet most of the time. An urgent call for Dan put us well behind schedule, as we had to wait for him to go into the office and get back.