Vintage Florida Replay 1

Stripped For Florida: Vintage Florida Replay 1

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VINTAGE FLORIDA REPLAY

by Willie B Florida
© 2013 all rights reserved

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PART 1

I have my own memories of being a kid. My mom got divorced when I was just a toddler and rarely saw my dad--a wheeler, dealer salesman who my mom said had a woman in every town. I didn't really know what that meant, but I did understand his dark rages, the fights with my mom, and the night he hit her so hard she passed out. My mom got the gumption to kick him out and soon after that the divorce went into effect. My mom got remarried to this guy named Ken. My sister and I really liked him. He would put me on his shoulders and run down the street pretending he was a horse. He taught my sister to swim. He took us on picnics and made my mom laugh for the first time in years. One thing that was new for us was that he didn't think much of clothes. He'd wander down the hallway naked to the bathroom. He didn't bother to put a towel around himself, or shut the door, when he stood in front of the sink shaving. He laughed at my mother when she told him he needed to be more modest. He tickled me when I was getting ready for my bath and pulled my shirt over my head.

"Come on, strip down," he'd laugh. "You can't take a bath with your clothes on."

He would get my little sister to step out of her panties and pull her bathing suit on and adjust it so it fit just right. After swimming he'd peel her wet suit off and poke her belly button and say, "Gotcha." She would just squeal and laugh.

One of the biggest things that happened while my mom was married to Ken was our Florida vacations.

"Hey kids," he announced one day, coming into the house from work. As usual his shirt was wide open and his curly chest hairs sprang out all over the place. I was fascinated with how furry he was and wondered if I'd ever be as hairy as that. Like every boy I also mourned the small size of my penis, but that's a different story. "We're going on vacation."

My sister and I jumped up and down and squealed so long and so shrill that my mother finally had to escort us outside. We didn't even know where we were going, but we had never, not ever, been anywhere, let alone on vacation. We soon found out we would be going to Florida, and that made us even more excited. This was in the days before Disney or anything like that. We didn't know a whole lot about Florida, but it was far away and exotic and had alligators. That was enough for us. My mom told us the weather was getting warmer and that in Florida it would be positively hot, so we'd be leaving soon.

For a week, maybe, my sister and asked twenty times a day if today was the day. After that I think we stopped believing. After all, had any of the great promises ever come true? So it was with great surprise that I woke up to find myself asleep in the back of the station wagon, my sister fast asleep beside me. It was just getting light outside so my mom and Ken must have packed the two of us into the car in the middle of the night and set off. I drifted in and out of sleep and finally it was morning. My sister and I sat up and looked around. Ken was driving and on either side of the road were pine trees, all the same height. They went on and on for miles, the white lines down the middle of the two-lane highway flashing by as even as a metronome. After a bit my mother opened a bag and passed each of us a sandwich. She poured milk out of a thermos into tall metal cups and we sipped on it gingerly, afraid to spill it in the car.

"I gotta pee," my sister whined. Truth be told I had needed to pee for hours, but was too manly to mention it. Ken pulled over onto a grassy shoulder and we were suddenly in a hurry. My sister pulled down her underwear and squatted, while I fished my penis out of the fly of mine and shot a jet of hot urine into the grass. We were accustomed to sleeping in our underwear and the weather was warm enough, so we thought nothing of it.

It was soon after that we pulled onto an even narrower road. The pines closed in tight ranks just outside the open windows on either side. The breeze brought in the biting scent of pine sap. The pavement ended and the sound of the car on the road changed to a light swishing sound as we rolled over white sand. We pulled in at a narrow gate, passed a couple of wooden shacks and parked in a clearing.

"Here we are," Ken announced with a flourish. "La Florida!" You would have thought he'd discovered it all by himself.

We all sat there for a moment, breathing in the scents and listening to the silence. Off in the distance I could hear children and wondered if there were playmates and friends to be had here. My mom started to open her door.

"Can I have some clothes, mom?" I asked.

"Don't need clothes here, son," Ken boomed. "In fact, if you want to swim they don't even allow bathing suits."

I did want to swim, very much so, but I also wanted to make friends and wandering around in underwear seemed like a bad way to begin.

Then Ken opened his door, peeled off his shirt, slipped his pants down and stood there naked on the pine needles. He gave a big yawn and said, "Well, everyone suit yourselves. This is how I'm spending my vacation."

"We shouldn't wear clothes here?" my sister inquired.

"Don't see why you should," Ken replied.

She looked at my mother for confirmation. My mother looked dazed, but just shrugged.

"Okay." My sister shrugged off her panties and that's the last we ever saw of that pair.

I might have waited in the car forever except that at just that moment two boys about my age came running out from behind the nearest cabin. They were stark naked. I noticed right away they had no tan lines whatsoever. They came running right up to the car and didn't give Ken a second glance. Peering in they saw me and cheered.

"Yay, someone new! Want to go swimming? You gotta take off that underwear first."

As quick as that I lost my underwear, gained two new friends and within the hour was hooked on nudity. I ran and played, swam, climbed trees, slept over at my new friends' cabins and loved every minute of my vacation. When it was time to leave, my sister and I were seriously aggrieved but didn't give a second thought to what had happened to the only clothes we'd brought with us. When we got back to Ohio we got out of the car naked, waved at our surprised neighbors and went inside to see if our house was the same as when we had departed. For the rest of the time Ken was in our lives he expected us to be naked at home, and so we were. Ken didn't stay long. Looking back on it, I think my mother had a hard time holding her own with with Ken who was impetuous, impassioned and not very good at listening. It took my mother decades to reach the place in life where she might enjoy a man like that and still be herself. In any case, Ken departed and we didn't go on any more Florida vacations. My sister and I remained naked at home in spite of my mother's protests. I was fairly certain that when I grew up I'd find a woman who liked being naked just as much as I did. We'd get a house and raise our own children who could be naked at home and out back and maybe, just maybe, we'd have a Florida vacation.

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Replay

Of course, life never plays out the way you would expect. I would never have guessed that the DECENT laws would be put in place. Ohio has always been a stereotypically conservative place, but nothing extreme. Boys would go skinny-dipping, someone would streak after a high school football game, and of course girls wore "conservative" bikinis. Who would know that my kids would wear long sleeves to school, that boys would have to wear shorts that go below the knee, while girls would have to wear skirts no shorter than mid-calf, and that innocents caught skinny dipping would have to do time in Juvie.

In spite of all that, we live what I consider a pretty normal life. I wander from bedroom to bathroom in the nude, just like my dad. My kids sleep in their underwear. I tease my wife to wear more revealing clothes around the house and sometimes she flashes a boob at me just for fun. Still, we've never made it Florida, or much of anywhere else. Money is tight, kids have school and activities, my wife and I always have too much work and too little vacation.

"Honey, let's just drop everything and drive to Florida. You know, like when I was a kid."

"You mean that weird guy your mom lived with who took you to that nudist camp?"

"I wonder if it's still there?"

"What's it called?"

"I have no idea, but you know what? I think I could find it."

"In the woods of North Florida on some back road. Who are you kidding?"

"Come on, it'll be fun."

And that's how we started the re-enactment of my mom's midnight departure from Ohio back when was Ken squarely in charge. Charlene and I lifted 9 year old Megan and 11 year old Mitch from their beds. We strapped them in the back seat of the car, snuggled them in among pillows and pulled out onto the road. They slept as only children can. We drove and chatted and listened to late night jazz on the radio. We crossed states and state lines. The roads became more and more deserted and the smells changed. Magnolia scent flowed in on the night air, sweet and heavy. We nearly missed the state line, it was so dark and quiet, but a bright sign featuring two larger than life naked twins beckoned over the highway. "Welcome to Florida, Strip your kids here," read large pink letters. I pulled off.

"I guess this is how it's done now?" I asked my wife.

She shrugged. "If you're wanting them naked."

"That's how it was with me, remember? I arrived in Florida in just my underwear, which was promptly taken away. Changed my life."

"Don't I know it," Charlene replied sweetly and leaned over to kiss me. "If you want them to have the same experience I guess you have to do it legally, now, if I understand it correctly."

We'd tried to research the Florida vacation thing before leaving, but from the vantage point of Ohio it seemed so far-fetched as to be fiction.

"Hi, we just pulled in from Ohio and wanted to ask some questions about getting our kids naked," my wife offered.

The young woman behind the counter took earphones out of her ears and got up. "Welcome to Florida!" she said in a surprisingly perky voice for so early in the morning.

"Um, yes," I stammered, "we have a son and daughter. We're here from Ohio and wanted to have them stripped." I sounded awkward to myself, not sure if I was using the correct terminology.

"Sure, no problem," the young woman answered. "I just need you to slide their ID cards through the reader here. I'm assuming one or both of you are parents or guardians -- just one ID from either of you will do. And, I need to personally confirm their identity.

"They're asleep in the car," my wife informed her.

"I need to see the children," the woman said again, "then you can apply the strip chips."

"We don't really want to wake them up," I explained. "It's sort of meant to be a surprise, if you know what I mean? Can't we just apply the -- the . . . can't we put them on them later?"

"That's the Quick Strip -- it's only for Florida residents. For visitors we need to visually confirm the ID of the child. Tell you what," she added, her eyes twinkling, "if it's a surprise I'll come out to the car with you and see what we can do."

She picked up two round stickers and her clipboard and followed us outside to the parking lot. Ours was the only car, so it was easy to find. I beeped the doors and opened up the back. Megan and Mitch were slumped over one another fast asleep.

"They're really cute," the woman observed. "I can apply the strip, but they'll have to be naked before you leave the lot. The sensors, you know, they'll go off if they're wearing anything."

"Really?" my wife exclaimed. "They're that sensitive. I mean, they only have underwear on."

"Oh, yes ma'am, they are very accurate."

Charlene looked at me. "Do you think you can get them undressed without waking them up?"

I grinned. Going around to the passenger side I opened the compartment under the seat. We keep maps, a flashlight and a first aid kit there. I searched in the kit and found what I was looking for. I pulled out a sharp pair of scissors and came around to the back. Carefully moving Megan's arm out of the way I slit her panties right up the side. I moved to the other side of her crotch and slit the fabric there as well. A quick pull and she was completely exposed. With some careful moving of limbs I was able to do the same to Mitch, leaving his penis poking up into the night.

"Mission accomplished!"

"Very good, sir, you can just put one of these behind the left ear of your daughter and the other on your son." The young woman handed me the two round bandages and soon enough our kids were officially stripped for Florida.

"Just remember, you can't put any clothing on your kids while you're in the state of Florida," she admonished. She wished us a good visit and we were on our way, the two nearly naked kids in the back now converted to two totally naked kids who were as yet unaware of their state.

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(The End)