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A divorced nudist group member gets a special invitation to a private party at an indoor water park, and discovers the group's true secret.

[STANDARD DISCLAIMER: If this story offends you, avert your eyes.]



				THE WATERPARK
				=============

				By Parkwatcher



			CHAPTER 1 - "WRISTBANDS" (Mg gsolo toys)


	He felt a twinge of nervousness and apprehension as he walked down
the hall from his room, towards the noise of the waterpark. He was almost 
in disbelief at the thought: could the nudist group he joined back in the 
summer really have rented the whole park for a private party for two days?

	Ian had been to this waterpark before, near a tourist trap town an
hour away from home. Years before, when he was still with her. He didn't
much like it then - too busy, too many kids, too expensive. Too corporate.

	When he joined the nudist group in the summer, they were very 
welcoming, very relaxed. Jeff and Toni, longtime members who practically 
ran the group, were especially welcoming. It helped that Toni, a slender
brunette in her mid-30s, was easy on the eyes. In addition to full and
luscious red lips, bright white teeth, warm, expressive emerald green eyes, 
and a dimpled face framed by wispy long brown hair, she was blessed with 
creamy, smooth skin, and full, rounded breasts that instantly reminded him
of his own ex-wife. The image of her was seared in his mind, as that's how
she first greeted him at the nudist beach on his first visit - in all her
beautiful nude glory, smiling a warm smile. He didn't care that Jeff had
noticed him staring, in fact, Ian soon found out that Jeff probably enjoyed
showing off his trophies.

	Yes, trophies. Jeff and Toni had a gorgeous young daughter as well,
who was frequently at the naturist camp during the summers. Alicia had her
mother's dimples, eyes and hair, and at just 13 was already showing signs 
of being blessed with her mother's supple, fullsome breasts, which were adorned 
with rust-colored areolae and pert nipples. Jeff smiled every time he saw
Ian glancing at his daughter, but Ian still felt some embarassment at 
being caught watching her. Yes, it was a nudist colony, and yes, nearly 
everybody was nude. And, the community was large, and included people of all
ages, still, Ian was especially drawn to the young girl. But Jeff didn't seem
to mind.

	In fact, when Jeff approached him a couple of weeks ago and handed Ian
the invitation and the silver wristband, the first thing he said was "She'll
be there, too. Alicia I mean. She asked if you were invited." Curious as to
where "there" was, Ian had read the invitation - "Whispering Pines Nature Group 
- Private Party". "The wristband gets you in. It only for some members. It's a 
very special once-a-year event," Jeff had told him. Then, after a pause, "I 
think you'll like it."

	Dutifully, that morning he arrived at the massive waterpark and hotel, 
parked and waked towards the covered entrance. A sign on the door read "CLOSED 
FOR RENOVATIONS" which was unsual, because even during the chilly off-season, 
the giant resort was quite busy. Indeed, he had seen a few cars in the parking 
lot already. A staff member peering out the glass door saw Ian's invitation 
and wristband, and opened the door quickly, "Come in. Your room assignment is 
on the board, your wristband will open the door."

	The distinctive automated wolf howl greeted him as the door opened and 
he entered the carpeted lobby. Near the fireplace off to the side, a display 
board had been set up, where he found his name and room number quickly on the 
small list of just 40 or so names. Sure enough, Jeff, Tori and Alicia's names 
were on the list and on the same floor as him. In fact, everybody seemed to be 
on the same floor, which was the same level as the entrance to the waterpark.

	On entering the room he quickly found the note on his Queen-size bed, 
"Group rules apply - come to the park nude," it read. So, off the clothes came. 
Now he only wore the silver wristband. And he walked towards the waterpark 
entrance.

	At the door to the waterpark Ian saw Toni. She was smiling and holding 
the door open for a young family of four - a couple in their early 30s he had 
seen at the nudist colony before, Greg and his wife Jill, and their son Jason, 
who was 10, and Sophia, who was 8. All of them were bare, except for their 
silver wristbands. He smiled at Toni, who welcomed him in.

	The noise of the rushing water everywhere, the humid, chlorine-scented
moist air hit him fully. It was a sharp contrast to the dry, cool air of the 
hallway. A cluster of bodies stood near the entrance, where a measurment board
for children to get their waterslide wristbands was placed. There were others 
running around, at different pool areas around the expansive indoor hall, and
Ian immediately noticed that, like him, they were all naked.

	On closer viewing of the throng at the entrance, Ian noticed that no 
one was near that height board - in fact a sign next to it said "Water slides 
closed". Instead, there was something he had never seen before - two plastic 
chairs that appeared to have long slender shafts attached to the seat, standing 
erect. One was clearly larger than the other and they immediately were 
recognizable as having a dildo appearance. One was about regular adult sized, 
around six or seven inches, and red. And one was slightly larger, maybe nine 
inches, thicker and black. The odd thing that struck him was that they were 
on what were clearly child-sized chairs.

	Ian watched, mesmerized, as he saw what exactly they were for. Greg 
and Jill, who had entered the park just ahead of Ian, smilingly coaxed their 
two children over to the chairs. "Ok honey," said Jill warmly, looking at her
young daughter. "Remember, you need to see if it will fit this year."

	Sophia, brushing away her flaxen bangs out of her face, smiled back 
at her mom with rosy, freckled cheeks. "Ok, mom." She walked over to the 
chair with the smaller dildo - a pink thing set upright on the chair, and 
then turned her back towards it.

	Ian watched in awe as the slender girl spread her legs apart slightly,
separating her fleshy bald mounds, then slowly lowered herself until the tip of
the smaller red dildo was pressed against her crotch. Sophia grimaced slightly, 
as she reached down to guide the rounded tip to her pinkness, which was now on 
full display to Ian, and everyone else standing nearby. With a slight sigh, the
8-year-old lowered herself more as she slid onto the shaft until it was
completely concealed within her body. After a moment's pause, she rose again,
smiling. "I did it, daddy!" exclaimed the young girl, her father standing 
nearby with an approving smile.

	Only then did Ian notice that Jeff was standing nearby with a handful
of other colors of wristbands. "Just boys, or girls too, sweetie?" he asked 
Sophia and her dad.

	"Just boys, please," said the girl, and Jeff handed her a blue 
wristband, which she sought the assistance of her mom to fix to her wrist.
The girl's older brother already had a pink wristband on his wrist, next to
the silver one that everybody had.

	The parents were in the process of applying their own as well, both
were wearing a pink and a blue wristband, and in addition, mom had a red
one. With the young girl's blue one attached, they wandered off to the park.
Ian approached Jeff, who clearly caught Ian's puzzled curiosity.

	With a wide grin Jeff greeted the man, "Ian, welcome to the private
party."

	Ian returned the smile, "I wasn't sure quite what to expect, but..." 
He hesitated for the right words, "It's, well, it's..."

	"It's what you think," answered Jeff. "But, there are some rules," 
he continued. "First, always ask - unless you see a red wristband, then it's
expected. In fact, the red ones like it a bit rough, and like to be 
surprised."

	Ian nodded, still paying attention to Jeff but now glancing around 
to take in the sights. Nearby was the kids' pool, which was quite shallow. 
He saw a man standing in the pool, his muscular bare back towards the entrance. 
Two small pale hands were on firmly grasping his taut buttocks. The man's 
glutes were flexing rythmically, forwards and backwards, his head looking down 
at someone in front of him who was obscured by his body. On one of the wrists,
a blue wristband.

	"Blue means they like boys. Pink means they like girls. If they're 
wearing both, well, you can figure it out," Jeff continued. Ian turned back
to him, as he continued giving listing the rules. "If they just have the silver
one, then they aren't playing." Meaning, they were just here to enjoy being
nude in the waterpark. "If they don't have a wristband but want to do 
something to you, you can let them, it's up to you. But you can't initiate."

	Ian nodded. But then a puzzled expression crossed his face. "Is this,"
he paused. "Is all this well," he was trying to find the words.

	Jeff pointed over to the muscular man in the wading pool. "Remember
Pete? The cop?" Ian now recognized the muscular man, who was clearly getting
a blowjob from someone much too young, as a police officer he had seen at the
nudist club several times before. "He's getting a BJ from Judge Nancy's six 
year old."  Judge Nancy was a much older woman, who was a long-time member of 
the nudist colony, so Ian guessed that was her gradnddaughter.

	"You're here because you're special," Jeff continued. Ian noticed 
that Jeff was now soaking in his own view of Ian's slender, athletic body, and 
particularly his bobbing cockhead, as his erection grew noticably. "We're all 
friends here. Not everyone gets invited, Ian."

	Ian smiled now. Bewildered, intrigued, horny as hell, and eager. "So," 
Jeff continued. "What's your preference?"

	"Uhh," Ian came back to reality with the question. "I like women." 
Jeff mocked disappointment, and handed him a pink bracelet.

	"Shame, I would have liked to play with that," said Jeff, glancing
down at Ian's throbber. For a moment, Ian was self-conscious, and waved a hand 
over his cock to cover it before remembering that nearly everyone here was nude 
too, and he had been bare in front of them all before. "Besides," he continued 
with a boyish grin. Jeff teased, "I know for fact you don't just like women!"

	Now Ian was confused, and furrowed his eyebrows. After a pause,
Jeff explained, "My daughter, of course. Alicia's over in the wave pool. Go see 
what wristbands she's wearing."


(continued in chapter 2)

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