Re: naturist resaturant
Groan, I'm afraid not for me either!.
It brings back memories of when I was young, single and living in London. My best friend was Mary. a market trader at Church Street Market near St. Johns Wood. She sold swimwear in the summer wearing a bikini and sarong, had the looks and body to die for. She often took me to her private Health Club in Kensington on ladies only evening and would think nothing of walking around topless. even on the rooftop coffee area with its posh loungers. Not me! I kept my white robe securely fastened thank you.
I have to laugh when I think back to how she was forever trying to get me to join her for some weekends at her Naturist Club (I recollect it was in Surrey somewhere), I wasn't ashamed of my figure back then (sigh) but the mere thought of displaying myself to others horrified me, a country bumkin from Shropshire, so refused point-blank every time.
Not for me I'm afraid.