I recently had to move across the country for my job and thought I had found a nice quiet neighborhood to move into. I say “quiet” because there are hardly any people living out here and I think I know why. The house across from mine is full of nudist girls. It seems that when they moved in most of the neighborhood decided to move out and that is just fine with me.

I spend a lot of my time watching them through a telescope I have set up in my attic. Or I should say that I used to spend a lot of time watching them like that. It was after I met these naked girls that they invited me over for dinner one night. I haven’t had to watch since then, if you get my meaning.

I was a bit worried when we were supposed to be grilling outside that night for dinner and thought I might have to bring some burn cream or something, but I was happy to find that the nudist girls who were doing the cooking were wearing aprons. Of course, they had naked ladies printed on the front. You know, like those t-shirts with the bikini body girls printed on them.

Some of the older neighbors told me to stay away from them because they were degenerates. I have to say that they were some of the most normal people I have ever met even if they were nudist girls. In fact, the only difference from them and anyone else I knew was the fact that while they were at home they never wore any clothes. I told them that would be the reason everyone was calling them nudist, I guess, and they all laughed.

It’s not my place to tell people how to live their lives. I certainly wasn’t going to tell them that they had to put clothes on. But I am glad I was wearing somewhat baggy pants to hide the fact that I had an erection most of the night. Oddly enough, after a while you really don’t notice them as being naked because they are so comfortable with it all. I only notice now when one of the nudist girls bends over to pick something up that has fallen on the ground, or that I have thrown down to get them to pick it up from time to time.