Lost my keys at a nudist resort

Yesterday, I found myself at Cypress Cove, enjoying the freedom and relaxing atmosphere that the place offers. Everything was going wonderfully until I realized that I had lost the keys to my car. I searched the sand, my bag, my pockets but the keys were nowhere to be found. In a panic, I realized that without them, I wouldn't be able to leave. My phone was in the car, so I couldn't call for help myself. The resort staff kindly assisted me in calling a car opening service. The specialist arrived shortly, and I met him by my car completely naked. At that moment, I felt especially awkward I was fully exposed, and in front of me stood a complete stranger. I tried to hide my embarrassment, but I could tell he was also uncomfortable. He looked away several times, as if trying to avoid direct eye contact, which only made me feel more self-conscious. I stood there, doing my best not to show how awkward I felt, though inside, I was burning with embarrassment. He was professional, quickly unlocking the car, but I could still feel the tension in every second. When he was done, I could barely hold back my discomfort, trying to forget that I was completely naked in front of him. I got into the car, immediately called my friends, and explained the situation. They gladly agreed to bring me a spare set of keys. While they were on their way, I decided to change right there in the car to feel a little more comfortable. As soon as they brought the keys, I was able to drive off. At some point, I even found the whole situation a bit funny, but the awkwardness lingered, and it will probably be something I'll remember for a long time about that day at Cypress Cove.