Chapter 1: Arrival and memories

There I lay. Butt naked, stretched out on my towel on the warm sand. Surrounded by playing children playing and chatting parents, all of them just as naked as I was. But, unlike me, also tanned all over. Well, most of them.

The warm sun and the continued chatter and laughter in the background made me sleepy. Okay, almost twelve hours in the car and a good glass of red wine might have helped as well. I felt my eyes get heavy, as I slowly drifted into a dreamy state, thinking back of the events that had got me here.

The tipping point was about three months ago. Ann and Marjory, my daughter and her wife, had stopped by to see how I was doing. They did that once a month, sometimes even more often, since my wife passed away. And no matter how many times I said it wasn't necessary, that I was really going to be okay, they insisted on coming over.
"Otherwise you'll never see anyone again, you've always been such a recluse and now that Mama's gone, you don't get around people at all," Ann had said. Well. She was right about that.

While Marjory was in the kitchen, cooking a few more healthy meals for in the freezer, Ann sat next to me on the couch.
"Dad, you really need to go on vacation again this year. I understand you didn't go last year, when it was all still fresh. But you really need to pick things up again. Life is more than work and watching Netflix. You have to go out into the world again, be among people, and the vacations are a good time to get started."
"But darling, where am I supposed to go? Elisa was always full of plans and ideas. I just loved watching her enjoy it. I went to those museums and ruins for her, not for myself. What am I supposed to do on my own in some faraway land? What do I have there that I don't have at home?"
Just then, Marjory came in to ask for help in the kitchen. So the conversation ended. But the seed was planted.

That night, I was once more wide awake in bed. I recalled all the vacations I had had with Elisa. As a romantic couple in love in Paris. Then, after Ann was born, as a family. First to family-safe campsites close by in the Midlands. Once Ann was old enough for longer journeys, we traveled further again. And the last few years, now that Ann had her own life, it had been just Elisa and me again, but, now with enough money to fly halfway around the world and visit all the places she wanted to see.
And then, all of a sudden, I knew. I knew which vacations I had really enjoyed. I recalled vacations where I not only loved seeing Elisa and Ann have fun, but felt happy from within.

Ann must have been about seven years old when, unplanned and unintentionally, we accidentally ended up at a nudist campsite. We had already paid for the reservation and there was nothing else available nearby, so we had little choice. To our surprise, we quickly started to enjoy the experience.
Ann clearly enjoyed it to the fullest. Like so many children, she wore clothes because she had to, but once she was given the freedom to frolic around naked, she was unstoppable! And I too, after overcoming my first shame, noticed an unexpected sense of freedom and liberation when I didn't have to worry about clothes. Elisa noticed the same. In the next few years, we deliberately planned our vacations at nudist locations.

Until the year Ann turned twelve. Around the time we were planning our next vacation, she took Elisa aside for a one on one.
"Mom, can't we just go to a textile campsite again this year?"
We had anticipated that this might happen. It's a well known fact among nudists: once children reach puberty, some of them just continue to walk around naked, but others get too conscious about the changes in their body and no longer feel comfortable being seen naked.
We of course respected Ann's wish. We have never camped naked since then.

The next day, I had decided. I'd be going on a vacation this year. And it would be a nudist place again. That feeling of freedom, of not having any obligations, not even to get dressed. That feeling of lying carefree in the sun, without any worries whatsoever. I had decided I wanted to experience that once more.
"Is that really the only reason?" an annoying, critical voice gnawed in my head.
"Perhaps. I don't know," I had to admit to myself.
But so what? Looking hurts nobody, does it?

You see, I had discovered something else during our naked vacations. Something I never told anyone, not even Elisa.
Nudists always claim that there is nothing sexual about nudity. Being naked is natural, you don't even notice it after a while. They say that nobody gets excited. They say a tantalizing bikini that is just too tight is much more exciting than just being casually naked. And indeed, you never see erections in those areas, except maybe occasionally in adolescents; but they are known to have way too many hormones, so it is accepted.
But for me, this was not true. Whatever all nudists say, for me seeing all those naked bodies was very erotic, very stimulating.

And what shocked me the most was to notice that, while I really enjoyed beautiful women, I was actually most aroused by girls. Young girls, starting at the age of seven already, when the plumpness is gone, with their beautifully tanned skins, their still completely flat bodies, and their often so beautiful buttocks. Or the older girls, with the first growth on their chest, all the different shapes of their developing breasts. Their virgin pussy, not yet hidden from view by pubic hair. But also the young teenagers, with already some hair, small breasts that will undoubtedly get bigger, but that still stand wonderfully upright. And always that question in my head: "is she already doing 'it'?"
I had to teach myself to control my erection. Of course, I couldn't get hard where everyone would see it, not in an environment where everyone says there's nothing sexual about it. Especially not when I was surrounded by young girls. So I trained myself to watch and store images in my head without getting hard. To later, when I was alone, recall and relive those images as I masturbated myself to a glorious climax.

I woke up with a start from my slumber.
"Shit! Self-control!" I told myself, looking down hastily but inconspicuously.
Self-control was so important. And here I was, the first day in one of the few nudist areas where a man traveling alone was welcome. And I had drifted off. Dreamed about all the beautiful young girls, girls who still regularly kept me company at night, in my dreams.
To my relief, I saw that my cock was not erect. And luckily, I had not been wearing my sunglasses when I was sleeping. So even if I had been hard in my slumber, people seeing me would have seen I was asleep, not ogling people.
But I realized that I really had to be more careful in the future!

Chapter 2: Encounter

I was fully awake now. I took my glass to gulp down the last of my wine, while for the first time actually looking at my environment.

I was lying on a beach by a small lake. The resort where I had booked was not located near the sea. However, a natural lake, enlarged and well maintained by the owners, ensured that guests could still swim.
In the water there were mostly children, playing with each other and with a few fathers. A few younger children, scattered around on the beach, were playing in the sand. And I saw many parents, typically with some extra towels for when their children got tired of the water.

And to my left, separated from all other people, I saw a girl, all by herself, practicing handstands and cartwheels.

She had long blond hair, and a deeply tanned skin without any tan lines. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the sun. I estimated her to be about nine years old. Long, thin legs. A slender body, not a trace of fat, but also not so thin that her ribs showed. Due to her deep tan, the difference in color with her areolas was almost invisible. The nipples were no more than two small buttons.
Between her legs I saw a small, delicate vertical line. The skin above her girlish slit was, as far as I could see, completely hairless and probably as smooth as velvet. Every once in a while, when doing a cartwheel, her legs would open, and I'd get a far too brief glimpse of the secret treasures hidden within.
I forced myself not to stare, to let my gaze wander in all directions. And yet my eyes were drawn back again and again to this beautiful girl. Until suddenly, when I looked at her again, I looked straight into her clear blue eyes. Had she felt my gaze? Or was it just a coincidence?

"Hi!"
Just a single, simple word. But her clear, happy voice sounded like beautiful music.
"Uh ... hi?" I replied, unsure of what I could and could not say safely in this situation.
My uncertainty didn't seem to bother the girl. She brushed some loose twigs from the sand in front of my towel, plopped down, and immediately started chatting.
"I didn't wake you, I hope? You were asleep before. Was I too loud? I used this spot to practice for gym, away from the other kids who just keep whining that I don't want to play with them. But sometimes I just don't feel like playing with them and I prefer to practice. I saw you, you know, but I thought I wouldn't wake you. My apologies!"
"Calm down," I interrupted her flurry of words, still lazing on my back, "you didn't wake me, I just woke up by myself. And I'm glad I did. If I sleep too much now, I'll be awake tonight. You can just ..."
I interrupted myself. I was about to tell her to just continue exercising. But I was afraid that I might seem too eager. That she would notice how much I enjoyed her activities. Self-control! I had to focus on self-control. Don't show anything. So I didn't finish my sentence.

The girl didn't even seem to notice that I never ended my sentence. She chatted on with all the ease in the world.
"Have you been here long? Who are your children, and where is your wife? Oh, right, my name is Eve. I'm ten years old. What's your name? And how old ..."
"Stop!" I said, laughing, "not so fast, Eve! I can't even answer your questions!"
"Oh yeah. Sorry! I'm chattering too much again. That's what mom always says, that I just ..."
The girl covered her face with a startled face.
"Oops!"

I suppressed a smile.
"Wait a second," I said as I sat up. But I immediately realized I should have stayed on my back. Eve sat directly across from me, cross-legged. Now that I sat upright, I had an unobstructed view of her bare body. The wide spread of her legs pulled her young slit open a bit. Just far enough to catch a glimpse of her clitoral hood, her inner labia, and a small dark spot in between. Her opening.
I realized I was staring. Staring too long, too obviously. I forced myself to look up, at her face. She returned my gaze. Friendly, smiling, patiently waiting for my answers. Hadn't she noticed where I had looked? Or was she so innocent that she didn't realize what was going on?

Self-control. I kept repeating it to myself. Keep your gaze on her face, don't allow your eyes to wander.
Questions. She had asked questions. I should respond.
"My name is P.D. Nice to meet you, Eve!"
Self-control? Hah!
I noticed how my eyes wandered again. Forced myself to look up. Heard my voice wander off in all directions. And yet, Eve just looked at me, open, interested, and cheerful.
"I am here by myself. My wife has passed. And I have no children. Well, I have a daughter, but she's grown up and doesn't go on vacation with me anymore."
"Oh, so then you're already a grandpa?"
I smiled at the wonderful frankness of this beautiful girl.
"No, I'm not a grandfather. I'd like to be, though! But my daughter has no children."

For a short moment, a deeply focused, pensive look appeared on Eve's face. Then it brightened with the joy of a child who has a solution.
"Would you like to be my grandpa? I don't have a grandpa, and no grandma either. Everyone in my class has a grandpa and a grandma, often even two of each. Sometimes even more! But not me. You can be my grandpa. That would be fun for both of us!"
I had to smile again. Children sometimes have such a refreshingly simple view of the world.
"It's not that easy, Eve. But it's sweet of you to ask!"
I saw her face darken. Sad children's faces ... I just can't stand it!
"Well okay. But only for now. And not really, but just pretend. Here, on the beach, I can be your pretend grandfather."
"Yeah!"
Excited, Eve jumped up, closed her arms around me, kissed my cheek, and gave me a tight hug. I felt her soft, warm skin against mine. Her arms around my neck. Her lips on my cheek. And even briefly her chest, with those sexy nipples, against mine, just before she stopped the hug and plopped back down on the sand.
I knew my cock was growing. Not to full hardness. But if Eve looked, she would definitely notice that it had grown. For a second I thought I felt her eyes pass over all of my body as she sat back down. But she said nothing and just resumed her chattering.

"Well, grandpa, shall I tell you about my school then? And my friends?"
She talked a lot about her life. Even occasionally asked a question about my life. And I enjoyed the conversation more and more. It did indeed feel a bit like I suddenly had the grandchild I had always wanted, but knew I'd never have.
But I didn't forget for a single moment that this 'grandchild' was sitting across from me, very beautiful, very naked, and very cross-legged. Again and again, my eyes wandered over that beautiful body. And because Eve didn't seem to care, I let it happen more and more. Looked only. Saved all the details in my head. Made sure my cock didn't get big now ... but I already knew that tonight, in my house, I'd jerk off to her so unbelievably, and I'd cum like I hadn't in a long time!

Unnoticed, time flew by, until we were interrupted by a voice from the beach.
"Eve? Eve, where are you?"
"I'm here, Mom!"
Eve jumped up and waved her arms to draw attention to her. I took the opportunity to quickly admire her beautiful round butt, but then I forced myself to look away. Eve herself might not have been aware, but her parents would certainly notice if I looked at her too much or in the wrong way!

Chapter 3: The family

I did one more quick check to make sure my cock was no longer erect. It was still a bit bigger than normal, but these people didn't know me. They couldn't know that. Relieved, I got up to greet the approaching family.
I took a moment to look at them. A man, seemingly in his early thirties. Short brown hair, wet and disheveled. A pleasant face, with a few day old stubble. His body was of course tanned all over, though not as dark as Eve's. He didn't seem overly muscular, but healthy. Eve had already told me that her father works in an office, and goes to the gym to keep from getting fat, so that checked out.

He was holding a girl by his hand. Jade, I knew from Eve's chatter. She was seven and looked totally angelic. Blonde curls, clear blue eyes, an innocent face. Some remaining baby fat made her ... not plump, but a tad less slender than Eve. Just as tanned as all other members of the family; obviously no trace of breasts, and a completely hairless pussy.
Next to the man walked a woman, a bit younger than him. Blonde hair, just like her daughters. Firm, but not plump. A rounded face, with a friendly smile and green eyes. I estimated her breasts to be a C cup. For someone her age, especially after having children, they were still surprisingly firm. Because she had trimmed her pubic hair to a neat vertical line, her slightly protruding labia were clearly visible.

I suddenly realized that I was staring again, and was concerned they might have noticed. But when I forced my eyes up to look Eve's parents in the face, I noticed that just then their eyes were clearly gliding across my body, just as I had done myself. Wasn't I the only one who was much more interested in cocks, pussies, and breasts than naturists always claim?
It was a good thing these people had never seen me before. I was sure my cock wasn't completely flaccid, that it was bigger than normal. Just not big enough to actually stand up, so I could hope that they would see it as just a relatively large, but flaccid cock.

Eve's mother was the first to step forward.
"Good afternoon sir. My name is Claire, this is my husband Henry, and our youngest daughter Jade. It seems you have already met Eve. I hope she hasn't bothered you too much?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but Eve beat me to it.
"Daddy, mommy, this is P.D., a grandpa, but not really because his daughter has no kids, and then I asked if he would like to be my grandpa, and he said no at first, but then he said yes, so now I have a grandpa here!"
There was a short moment of silence as she drew a deep breath.
"And he's really nice, and we talked lots, and I am really not bothering ..."

She never got to finish that sentence. Her father grabbed her from behind, one arm around her chest. How wonderful it must be, to just be able to grab her, just like that, with an arm over her nipples. That man didn't know how lucky he was!
He pressed his other hand on her mouth.
"Quiet now Eve! We asked the gentleman a question!"
But as he said that, he lifted her high in the air. That stopped her chatter, as she started to scream and giggle while wildly kicking with her legs. Her movement allowed me several times to look straight at her pussy, in between her splayed legs. I struggled to focus on the woman who was now talking again.
"Let them be for a bit. He's just as bad as she is. But seriously, did Eve bother you?"
I smiled and extended my hand.
"I'm P.D. Vile. And, apparently, your father now. Or father-in-law. No worries, I enjoyed your daughter's company. I'm here by myself, and after the long drive to get here I probably would have fallen asleep otherwise, and then not be able to sleep tonight. Having company is actually good for me. And Eve is a very ... nice child."
I had almost said 'cute'. Or sweet. But 'nice' seemed to be the safer word.

Claire looked at me intently, with prying eyes. I tried to hold her gaze, despite the show Eve and her father were still unintentionally putting on. And despite just now noticing that Jade, now on her mother's hand, had been staring straight at my crotch the whole time. More and more I got the idea that this woman was looking right through me, and I mentally prepared me to be chased from the campsite with accusations of pedophilia.
But then she smiled broadly, stepped forward, and shook my outstretched hand.
"Happy to hear that! Nice to meet you, P.D. Or should I say 'daddy'?"
She laughed out loud at those words, and I tried to laugh along. But I realized it sounded forced. The weird situation had me completely on edge.

Claire had already turned around towards her husband and daughter. He was by now on his back on the sand, his daughter sitting, straddling his stomach, as they both tried to tickle each other with loud laughter and giggles.
"Henry, Eve, that's enough for now. We're still outside! Come on, time to go home and eat."
Obediently, the two stood up. Did I see that right? Had Henry's cock grown? It wasn't stiff, but there did seem to be more blood in there than before! Not that I could blame him, not after a romp with a naked sexy girl like Eve. But it did surprise me.
And I felt how my own cock wanted to respond. I quickly forced all dirty thoughts out of my head, while looking around guiltily. Claire only had attention for her husband and daughter. But to my shock, Jade's gaze still fixated my crotch. For a moment, I even thought I saw a slight smile on her face. But that must have been a mistake.
I could only pray that she didn't understand what she saw. Or at least didn't tell anyone.

"Okay, 'daddy' P.D.," Claire said when everyone was back on their feet, "we're going to have dinner. And you are joining us."
"Huh?"
"You just told me you're all by yourself here. And that you've been traveling all day today. I'm not going to leave my daughter's grandfather alone in his own cabin, with a plate of soggy microwave mac'n'cheese. We have enough food in our cabin for an extra guest!"
"Yes, indeed," Henry added, "since you're apparently my father-in-law this week, you're welcome in our cabin too. Please come with us."
"Hooray! Grandpa will visit us!" Jade exclaimed unexpectedly, and she ran up to me and jumped up, leaving me no other choice but to catch her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I had to keep my hands under her round buttocks to keep her from falling.
I noticed how Eve looked a bit jealous at Jade and me, as if Jade was taking her place. But then she accepted that she was too late. She took both of her parents by the hand and the three of them walked ahead of me. I followed them, Jade still hanging on my neck, my hands still on her bare bottom, and my cock still halfway in between flaccid and semi-hard.

We walked for a short while, until Eve enthusiastically exclaimed: "Look, Grandpa, there's our cabin!"
I saw the last member of the family sitting on the patio. Thanks to Eve's endless chatter, I already knew that she had an older sister too. Sabina, thirteen years old. She sat on a deck chair, fully focused on the iPad she was holding. Two small cords running across her cheeks to her ears suggested she was probably listening to music. But she apparently did hear Eve, so she immediately removed the buds. She looked up, and after a brief look of surprise as she saw me, she got up from the chair.
She, too, was beautiful. Medium-length brown hair, brown eyes, and a shapely face that oozed cheerful cheekiness. Her breasts were about the size of tangerines; as she got up, they bounced up and down for a moment, but then stood proudly with the firmness of her youth.
I noticed, to my surprise, how she inspected every part of my body, not even trying to hide that she was looking at all of me. That gave me the courage to take a closer look at her as well. She had long muscular legs, a nice flat stomach, and on her mound I noticed a clearly visible tuft of dark pubic hair.

"Sabina! Sabina!" Eve exclaimed enthusiastically as she let go of her parents and ran ahead, "I've found us a grandpa. Look, it's him. His name is P.D. and he is a very nice grandpa!"
Sabina looked surprised, From me to Eve, once more at me, and then finally back at Eve again.
"Don't be so stupid, Eve! That's just a man. He's not grandpa. Our grandfathers are dead, remember? Both of them. Very, very dead!!!"

In just a split second, Eve's spirits fell, Just like that, the cheerful happy girl turned into a pile of misery. She bit her lip to keep from crying, turned away and ran into the cabin. I heard a door slam and then the whooping sound of an inconsolable crying girl. I felt my heart break a little.
Jade was clearly affected too. I saw a tear on her face. She looked longingly at her mother, so I grabbed her under her little armpits and handed her to Claire. Henry, meanwhile, had turned angrily to Sabina.
"Sabina, why are you acting like this? You know that..."
I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me, surprised.
"I think Eve needs you more now, Henry. Just go to her. Let me talk to Sabina."
"Are you sure that..."
"I raised a daughter myself. It'll be fine, Henry. Go check on Eve."

Henry went towards the cabin. After a questioning look from her and an encouraging nod from me, Claire followed, still holding Jade on her arm.
I waited until the door was shut, leaving me alone with Sabina. Then I took a chair, pushed it about three feet away from where the girl was staring at me with fire-spewing eyes, and sat down.
I took the time to carefully consider my words. And to turn on my most empathetic voice.
"You still remember your grandfathers, right?"
She looked up, surprised.
"Yes. Well, not both, just one. My dad's father. I was seven when he..."

Her voice broke, and I put a comforting hand on her knee.
"Listen, Sabina. I'm not your grandfather. I'm a very different person. I can never take his place, and I don't want to take his place. I understand why you got mad when Eve said that. But can you please try to understand that it's different for Eve? She's younger. She doesn't have the memories you have. She doesn't know what it's like to have a grandfather. You do. Too short, and that sucks. But you do at least remember him. You have that beautiful memory."
She nodded in agreement.
"Would you also give Eve such a nice memory? And Jade? Of course I'll never be the grandfather you knew. I can't, I don't want to, I won't even try. But I can be a grandfather."
She didn't answer, but the anger had gone from her eyes.
"For you, I'm just P.D. Vile. A man your parents invited to dinner today. But can I still pretend to be a grandfather for Eve and Jade? Can you accept that? For your sisters?"

She looked at me, a long time, inquisitively. This time I had no trouble holding her gaze. My paternal (or grandfatherly?) feelings for her, and for her sisters, prevailed. I no longer was tempted to check her body. I looked straight into her inquiring eyes. Beautiful brown eyes, but also eyes that seemed to hide high intelligence.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she nodded in agreement.
"Good. I can accept that."
And then, with a smile: "I think you're actually quite okay!"
I didn't say anything. What should one respond to that?
"Sorry for my outburst just now."
"As I said, Sabina, I understand it. No apologies needed. At least not to me. But perhaps you can explain to your sisters that you meant that I cannot be your grandfather, the grandfather you remember so well, but that I can still be a grandfather to them?"